New fashion of liars is an old discipline.
Cards of denials with pictures in fear.
Fate for new souls thinking they're ancient,
Poison for stars losing their passion.
Food for the lost ones fighting the dark,
Money for lizards dressing
And acting like higher priests.
The cards killing art in crystals of us,
Using poor forces in the image of love.
Do you remember? All was told is a lie.
The pictures in fear hunting your mind.
The point is make you to stay as a mud,
Surrender to Fauna despising Flora by dust
Of dead world's abusive in failed music,
Stop making talents of grain inside.
And we all follow the lie, no choice like before.
Collection of lies is truth with us all.
14.2.2022
Magic Cards
© Copyright: Вета Минина, 2022
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Рецензии
Life unfolds like a scene on a screen
Of tremendously long nights.
In order to even out the instinctual plane,
Our doppelhangers remain
In the void of shadows.
Silently they oppose
Each solution or discovery
We have chosen,
Dreadfully breaking into solitary realms
Of our helmets in which
We cross the tapestry of dreams.
While we try hard to tell the truth from illusions,
Our minds are crossed by rapid and wrong conclusions.
Марина Чиянова 29.04.2022 16:39 • Заявить о нарушении
Of tremendously long nights.
In order to even out the instinctual plane,
Our doppelhangers remain
In the void of shadows.
Silently they oppose
Each solution or discovery
We have chosen,
Dreadfully breaking into solitary realms
Of our helmets in which
We cross the tapestry of dreams.
While we try hard to tell the truth from illusions,
Our minds are crossed by rapid and wrong conclusions.
Марина Чиянова 29.04.2022 16:39 • Заявить о нарушении
Надеюсь, вы опубликуете эти строки как отдельное стихотворение.
Они того достойны :)
Вета Минина 29.04.2022 16:57 Заявить о нарушении
Они того достойны :)
Вета Минина 29.04.2022 16:57 Заявить о нарушении
