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So much time ago, when I did not know,
What people know is that unknown to me...
Simple word. They say: "So nice, Its - acme"
One day they said to me, that Cupid have a bow... He shot an arrow into people, and people have a "word"...
They are so good each other, but once, When no one expects
During the daily hustle and bustle, All their "words" is make absurd
I want a cry... So many bad... Why Cupid do not break his arrows?
And people suddenly shut up.
Nobody knew the answer.
I kill myself. I go to hell. And there was a devil.
I ask him for Cupid, Ask him for "word", He don't know answer too.
He told me: "Go to heaven. Only God can help you. Be able - He so awful."
I want to know - what is the "word" that Cupid kills people. The sky is blue.
Сlouds white. And God stood before me.
And I had red eyes. I was full of wrath.
He told: "I know, you come to know the "word". But this is not your buisness."
I felt the devil helps me. And I want to go to battle. But my power was less.
And despite everything I rushed forward. Thought I had one: I received a reply.
I did not win. God, too. And we sit on clouds and look at people. We ally.
At last - I know this word. This word is called: "Love"
But I know something else... God never... Do not see my love...
In a world full of death and misery is no place for love.
After all, this world was created by me. World - without love.
P.S. Мне не нужны ваши "предложения" по изменению... Просто почитайте, если хотите, и напишите: "Понравилось" или "Не понравилось" в зависимости от ситуации... Я не претендую на звание "Вах! п-6 какой сочинитель!" - это стихотворение было написано под действием аффекта, так что я лишь делюсь "накопленным"
Четверг, 20.05.2010, 16:06 | Сообщение # 
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