With the same calm
27. 6. 2009
He smiles every day
at a world, which is the other
the world, which is not
for the other people
He looked on a land
of a marine algas
and on the happiest hearts
Even when they miss much
they miss nothing
A mother came to him in a twinkle
otherwise of a dark waters
where he stood alone
hurt with blood on a hands
He told the story of army
and he wished he has his own vault
burn himself on a small pieces
with the cigarette put out
the last alive drop
When he came inside the tent
he was a prisoner of his own fear...
at a world, which is the other
the world, which is not
for the other people
He looked on a land
of a marine algas
and on the happiest hearts
Even when they miss much
they miss nothing
A mother came to him in a twinkle
otherwise of a dark waters
where he stood alone
hurt with blood on a hands
He told the story of army
and he wished he has his own vault
burn himself on a small pieces
with the cigarette put out
the last alive drop
When he came inside the tent
he was a prisoner of his own fear...
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