Oct 29, 2014




I used to be rabbit’s paw,

and the first touch of warm sea;

I used to be like birch leaf-

now I'm harsh oak bark

there used to be-just today, just tomorrow

only a couple of hours and be closer to my aim;

and sometimes it was, and finally here ...

now the days go by

without me even touching them

and perhaps I’m looking forward to tomorrow,

there will be noon and there will be evening

and dawn will come:

once it was all there for us,

and now I'm harsh oak bark +

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