[ нелепость ]

perfectly timed, solar eclipse primed;
creating a grand illusion, conceiving corona with rhyme.

why must i feel a certain joy with a sorrowful face?

you are the shadow that lurks in every corner;
waiting to be vanished when the sun emerges again.
just give me one reason;
to understand this pointless treason.

how can you be sure when you are not pure?

so here i am, blatantly concealed, and masochistically healed.

what must i feel, when nothing is real?

remember this:
what has not lost can never be found;
and the one already lost should not be found.

~ by d-i-t-y-a on March 21, 2007.