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Leci "Lost keys" Toola. Utwór po prostu świetny z gatunku tych, które albo wkurzają, albo oczarowują słuchacza. Myślałam, czy by nie wkleić jakiegoś mojego świeżego wiersza. Naszła mnie taka refleksyjna chwila... as always :P Natknęłam się na inne tworzydło. 1 strofe ma słabą... pod względem gramatycznym, coś a'la Kali lubić wczoraj jeść banana z babanowce w park. Za to przyznam, że trzecia strofa nie jest taka zła. Druga zaś... cóż... ^^" Wołania eskapisty.
A co mi tam. Najwyżej jedna osoba to przeczyta albo jakiś internetowy ktoś.

Searching.

What the hell are you longing for?!
What's your aim? Which of doors?
Look at yourself and calmly think quite.
We're searching the reason of life!
Born, life, death the three of time.
Does I receive what I always require?
Is human so clever to ask the question:
What is a reason for our prospection?
Deposit of what? Luck? Sad? or may rage?
There is no answers for our age.
We can just stay and look at that door.
And wait for a tranquillity that we're longing for.

And behind this arcane door
I can see the Kharas field.
There is nothing for me more.
I am at the blast of wind.

And this is what I've been longing for.

This world is a little zone.
These paths are forever gone.
We're all totally blind
And red tears are the mirror of mind.
But humans always try
To find this gate to fly...
And between the white cloud and black raven
They who want, retrieve gold way to heavan.