Not Just. - Poem by Veronika Bitkina
The promising days are just gone
The promising land wasn't orchard
Somewhere were forgotten the con
Some people live lives like a torture
The sun goes so frequently steady
And wind hide all trash in between
We still saying that we are ready,
Because all the pictures we've seen..
In moment. And life like a ruin
And all we've created just gone
So just looking back what you've doing
Because you are here not just one..
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