I can't be а waters that are in a sea.
But not understandable why.
And all that is given to me is to see
unlimited limited sky.
I knew that the world was imagined from ray,
it's end was created from words.
I can't be the God who can weave any way
unlimited limited worlds.
Free winds go where they can and they want,
they open and close a doors.
They breathe. They are eyes of the God. And they don't
allow unlimited wars.
I can't be а church that can hold all the sads,
I can't be a words and a prays.
All things that exist have a goods and a bads,
each flows, appears and stays.
My church is around the corner of street,
My winds walk around inside.
I go to it not to ask, but to meet
my soul, that I try to hide.
I can't. And I know. And different things.
I took all the colors from them.
I can't be of all. But as long as it is
I can be the man who I am.
08.08.2024
I can t be а waters that are in a sea
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