Date: Thu Nov 3, 2005 8:53 am
Subject: a poem writer273rus
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i'm not guilty for having no verdicts
for my discourses rivers flowing upwards
for temples and libraries were made of cards
suddenly burst into laughing at once
i'm not guilty, not afraid anymore
for lie does not trouble my soul as before
for i'm no longer ironic to Love
so It breaking down, It blowing up
whatever - i used to believe – is decent
whatever – i thought – is my realization
whatever i reckon as exactly myself
no comment – just ego annihilation
Vladimir