A Fairy Tale
A metal bird with a golden tail
Lives in one of the fairy tales.
Grass is crying,
Rock is dying,
Imps are dancing in the room,
The metal bird is always flying,
Telling the truth about doom.
If you are a silly boy,
Reading a fairy tale, enjoy,
But if you area grown-up already,
Reading a fairy tale, be ready
To read between the written lines
A fairy tale is always Life
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I Remember
I remember a virgin face of the forest,
Decorated by the Christmas trees jewelry,
I remember gold emptiness of the cloudless sky,
Coiling like a swans wing,
I remember your thin fingers,
Tendering a rose in the crystal vase,
I remember a soundless shiver
In the crossroads of your sad eyes,
But I cannot remember your name
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Why?
Why can birds sing, but cant say?
Why are nights so long, and so short days?
Why animals do not drink to the bottom?
Why are the trees in summer in blossom?
Why dreams have never the past?
Why love often turns into dust?
Why stupidity has no limit?
Why our wit is so restricted?
Why money and stones never smell?
Why nobody was back from hell?
Why Mom is always the one?
Why our life is so rapidly done?
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