It's so difficult to see
The cruel ways of World.
The Truth is always Young, but we
Are getting bitter and old.
We are growing older every day
More serious and sad,
Our paper boat sailed away
And all the joy is dead.
Come on, lets run across the Time
Like waves that cross the sea.
Else all the mysteries Divine
We'll never ever see.
The Truth will win! It's always right!
It'll wait, and then one day
With all the Powers at its side
It'll crush the evil ways!
And all the dreams that shined so far
Will come to Earth that day
And every kid will get a Star,
A merry Star to play!
-- Alla Levitan
Poem (c) 2008 All Rights to the poetic words reserved by the poet. No part of the poem can be reproduced, performed or published without the explicit permission of the copyright holder.
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