Indifferent Face
Many faces you have as a veil,
Many verses and poems I know,
Find black cross on the grave, it is frail,
Fly to edge very fast with a crow.
And I see, brittle dreams are not dead,
But I'm tired, I was waiting so long,
You believe that your god's daily bread,
Does your heart have so love or it's gone?
Many times, many times I was deaf
to the tales about evil and good,
And my ear was offended with laugh,
laugh of yours, I'm in grave now, I'm mute.
Many faces you have as a veil,
Many verses and poems I knew,
You found grave and black cross that is frail
with indifferent face and it's true.
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