Taste Of Life Poem by Dagmara Anna AuraDagimar

sometimes I feel, that life strange has the taste.
Oh! If only this way to receive the sign of hope
and the chance on conditions betterment.
And maybe happiness, it is only
a mirage and an illusion?


the ozone hole,
the asphalt road,
alcohol, and words of the criticism,
drugs the lack of ethics, tactics
and agreements, and in excess
we have bad habits
and zero sympathies,
feelings are bad, is a to paid love,
not only women these which in the street
are fitting and at the wag of the finger
and themselves as article
are selling for the money. because
there are also payable male a close-up
at least officially
it is saying they aren't


sometimes I feel, that life strange has the taste.
Oh! If only this way to receive the sign of hope
and the chance on conditions betterment.
And maybe happiness, it is only
a mirage and an illusion?


At a tram stop
thug is attacking the man
when he calmly is waiting for the bus.
Only shouts are heard,
sounds of the brawl,
and you - louder radio
and listening to the politics.
are describing 'Pig's bulls'
with curses walls,
in the roadway of the hole known,
for years not patched.
These are charms of the life and crummy views.
they are promising frequent and quick sentences.
Because the life isn't as colourful
as adventure films.


sometimes I feel, that life strange has the taste.
Oh! If only this way to receive the sign of hope
and the chance on conditions betterment.
And maybe happiness, it is only
a mirage and an illusion?