I woke up in the morning head aches,
On the morning of chaos and disorder,
And dreams hallucinogen effects,
And conscience rushes, aching shame
The words and pictures, all the climbs to the clipboard ....
All share, notes and words
Brightness fills episodes
And illogical suddenly creates laughter,
Through the centuries, and the mountain of boulders,
I can hear the laughter of Plato ...
Antique standing times
All the same, and from year to year,
Where there is a rake, he lost people,
Though they rake finger is the law,
I do not mistake the one who did not want
Change yourself and maintaining a home,
Wives native mute reproach,
Children gathered tears ...
Often flown apart head,
I understand that no one is home,
Clipboard is already full day,
It remains only to bring everything home.
Clipboard
© Copyright: Иван Земляков, 2017
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