DISATER – DISASTER
On the threshold of 21st century
The moving time
With the speed of hurricane
I don`t have any past
Nor any future
The sun doesn`t rise
In the dark tunnel of my life
The dim eyes
Looking hopes everywhere
All the weather same
All festivals
Equal
Autumn –spring
Same
My only hope
My little son
In my lap
HELP THE POOR DRIVE AWAY POVERY
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