Like millstones that obliterate in dust
The horns of consciousness in brain
The same are movement's balances in us.
Deliver us from stony-hearted pain.And all the things you used to do in life
They tighten ring of your time to moment
And you could be too close to the death
As you could live with fair treatment.It can't be true to realize this subject
You need to die or to be recreated.
The simple rule - you have to live with love
And your days will ever blessed
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© Alla Tkachenko, 2004
