читать дальшеThe ache in my chest,
I wonder origin
Of such a lost feeling.
Turning around
I see curtenless windows,
Unsettlingly scarse.
Links, that are broken,
All real forgotten.
I float aimlessy
And cannot stop
Or rest, or think.
Is it the load, which
All men carry
From the begining of Time?
We cry in sorrow,
We lough at joks,
If not because of happines.
Seeking forever
For what is unknown
Reaching for truth and divine,
Which no man
Can ever touch.Залезла в черновики, и обнаружила свой стих.)) На статистике был анекдот "ХИ в квадрате, иначе: Хи-хи".