Kreesanya
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just recently, something new...
I looked at other people's poems,
I scrolled through other people's songs,
On the paintings, other people's strokes -
Like fragments of involuntary flattery.
Outside the window, like something alien, the foliage
In an alien wind spins higher and higher,
With them, sadness - like an alien sister
Is in no hurry to return to her home...
And even I - am I really myself?
The keys click quietly,
On my cheek - a groove for a tear,
That tear - will not return...
Thoughts wander through the wet streets,
Am I here, or somewhere far away?
Dreams will remind me with a stale fog
That my sail has long been aground...
But I am here, and, like a rusty weight,
I swallow the scraping lump:
It will not happen that the one who was in the world
Even once alone, will become the same again...
I looked at other people's poems,
I scrolled through other people's songs,
On the paintings, other people's strokes -
Like fragments of involuntary flattery.
Outside the window, like something alien, the foliage
In an alien wind spins higher and higher,
With them, sadness - like an alien sister
Is in no hurry to return to her home...
And even I - am I really myself?
The keys click quietly,
On my cheek - a groove for a tear,
That tear - will not return...
Thoughts wander through the wet streets,
Am I here, or somewhere far away?
Dreams will remind me with a stale fog
That my sail has long been aground...
But I am here, and, like a rusty weight,
I swallow the scraping lump:
It will not happen that the one who was in the world
Even once alone, will become the same again...
Restless. Endless. Mindless.
[/center]З.Ы: кадилом по голове не бить.
З.З.Ы: А вот у нас в Шио....:D