Your mind is out of order
And you even know why.
Your aim has not real border,
You cry: “It’s no freedom of mine!”
Your hobitual state is researching,
Your favourit object is sea,
Your life doesn’t depend on fortune,
Your only wish is to be….
To be beetween Earth and Sky,
To feel breath of East and West.
Your feelings’re both wet and dry
And in life you’re not only guest.
perfect...I even can't find the right word to explain my feelings at this moment...
By the way,I also have poem with nearly the same meaning,but in Russian ))) so we have something similar ))
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Вторник, 12 Октября 2004 г. 12:13 (ссылка)
