Life is a fraud

Life is a fraud with charming sickness,
It is potent and involves us always
Because with its hardened hands
It writes for us the fatal characters.

Always, when I close the eyes,
I say: "Only disturb my heart.
The life is the fraud, but sometimes
Decorates the lie with the gladness.

Turn your face on the grey sky height,
By the moon and stars telling fortunes,
Compose yourself and don't demand
The truth, which you don't need".

It is good in the time, when lilac is for me,
To think this life is the way for me
Let easy friends will deceive me,
Let sure friends will betray me.

Let they will caress me with tender word,
Let wicked tongue is sharper then the razor,-
I live long time, being ready for all,
I got accustomed pitilessly to all.

These heights make cold me,
It is not warmth from star light for me
Whom I was loving, renounced me,
Whom I was living- forgot me.

But I am driving out and squeezing,
Looking with the smile on the day-break,
On the world is near and lovely,
I thank this life for all




Poetry by Edie
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Written on 2007-03-05 at 23:44

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Priya
humm life is a fraud
it may but
it is the precious gift from God
my dear friend says, "life is simple, but men insist on making it complicated."
Priya.
2007-04-08