"Мы sick недоверием..."

We are sick disbelief @- looking for the catch in the kindness.
bogged down in life, after dreaming about freedom.
Talk about the best worlds and their beauty,
, Even the eyes are not trying to raise to the blue sky.

We are timid, when in love and lose words.
But in the heat of scandals so many unnecessary breaks.
heartily ask forgiveness of able barely,
But offered as a feat, the simple caring.

We dream that where-то-то... as time goes on.
Like squirrels in a wheel, from morning till night in a circle.
In January we want rather water became ice,
And in July, we dream of white the February Blizzard.

Hundreds of masks pulled that we don"t remember we own.
We are fighters incomprehensible war without beginning or end.
How many days has begun each" s clean pages"
cleaner Only in souls haven"t become.

Those roads, so rarely we talk aloud,
belated repentance tearfully clutching her wrist.
We gamble with the fate of the every day bet,
Denying yourself in a quiet, simple human happiness.
Oksana Спасова-Бойко.


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