Everyone has their own face.
In poetry, art, and prose
, they have a philosophical echo
A night with frost crowns autumn.
Shrouded in the radiance of holiness,
The one who collected the sapphires of lives from heaven,
He draws a motif for everyone,
In a rush of searching for all meanings.
Rhyming yourself on canvas,
In poetry, music or prose
, a tribute to beauty is paid,
Creativity – with any forecast.
Philosophy will enchant us,
Inspire and excite,
And it will strengthen like granite!
Over the destinies – only rock conjures.
And your thought no longer belongs to you,
Evil fate does not tolerate small transactions,
It will cut off like a jet plane,
Everything that seems fake.
Who understands the meaning – forever
He studies the lifestyle and the hands of the clock
Minutes will turn into years,
In fact, the result matters.
Playing with the word and fate,
Drawing the original appearance,
You’ll still be yourself,
Invincible and free!
