Resting on the couch,
Cozy and sweet,
My cat is curling
At my feet.
Somewhere out there
Wind sweeps the cold,
Bare outskirts
Of our strange world.
Planets and stars,
Lost and disjoint,
Randomly turn
Around no point.
They find it amusing
To read our thoughts
As we draw constellations
Connecting the dots.
They laugh at our reasons
Light years away,
Wondering why
We fear disarray.
There is only one truth
All else is a lie...
And so we relax,
Cat and I.
Rhymes
© Copyright: Евгения Саркисьянц, 2018
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