What can your poetry tell me
Tonight this sorrow day of darkness?
I have not seen the January
Without jolly snow dances.
What can you send me through the time?
Poets have changed, pens cannot already be tools -
They use Live Journal, Twitter gives 'em rights,
But loneliness comes outside,
The Net breaks down pity dreams of fools.
Years change each other like a moment,
The day's been hour, minutes go faster.
But tenet «Let it be» debars a movement -
Fate second can't remove the Net disaster.
© Лео Лунарис
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