To find a miracle in many books
is like to find a rain in any pocket,
is like to boost your super rocket
so far away from jerks and crooks.
And what to do: the miracle's over,
and like in wardrobe swings a rotten suit,
and like a fatty food stuck in the bowel,
increasing so pulse magnitude,-
dissolve ideas, and no perception
to flattering and broken mind
so useless to perform an action
that maybe ninth wave in the tide.
You never know what may be happen
when right the corner you turn behind,-
there may be storm of rapturous clapping,
or may be bricking in your mind.
Give me a signal, or prevent me
not to be stupid up to the dawn
when all the twilights go melting,
and sunrise lights are ever grow.
So. I am happy of life winning
in this well-known and stitchy world,
discovering in stitches gold
from stitch to stitch by my own living.
05.11.2017 г.
Stitches world
© Copyright: Серж Северодвинский, 2017
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