not we

< Leah Altukhova

Yes, of course we do not, it's our shadows
Naughty plyaschut on white wall ...
The human hell - this flour doubt,
What prevents us to live safely in the land.

I would just relax, stretch their wings.
But I think-I think ... what then? ..
For the hell ... which is not correct.
Nothing. Never. And I live one day.

I myself used to release all the winds on bail,
Linger on life between light and darkness.
Human Paradise - his strong hands,
What saves me from myself same.

Attempt at writing poems