I was walking along the road,
singing my song,
her words are strong.
And I go away so far as I can.
No one seriously count
Some two as ten.
I have nothing today:
Wind about this said.
Sunlight scorch my face.
All we are is just toy of fate.
Who walk strange dreams - who can create,
They knows that rhymes can help to stay.
I met the night of their dance steps.
My music was rustle of moon strands.
My head be cleaned and grime.
My arms are scared by myself's fists.
Arised abuse confuse my mind,
Arised delusions take my side.
So I shall regret myself,
But instants shows their insane faces.
It is not about this
© Copyright: Вадим Галёв, 2015
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