The white wall. The end of my life.
I have no way to go on.
I try to push it with my hands,
I try to move it off its place.
But it is impossible to move
the white wall, the white wall, the white wall.
Where can I find my force
to go on to be?
Now everything gets still in me .
The end without any chance to start.
And nothing is in front of me.
The white wall, the white wall, the white wall.
I know that something is behind the wall.
I want to see things unexplored.
There are another worlds except of world of mine.
It happens that I hear sounds
which has no names in world of mine.
They comes from behind the white wall.
The White Wall
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