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Why is the world so small?
Its size for me is like a wall
Protecting me from endlessness.
Why is the life so short?
Long life is like a silver sword
In hands of knights of time.
Why can't we hold the time in hands?
Because of quickness of the time
Everything ends.
But watch and feel the world
That we live in.
All people laugh with their friends,
All people love and hold together hands,
All people dream and live their lives,
All people live, but everybody dies.
© Алёна Глинина, 08.01.2013 в 16:44
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