Maid Corbic
The world became very proud
and doubts that it will get better
creates a profound trail
in the heart of man
Calm your soul in the blink of an eye
we gave existence blindly
for a species of existence
And the jacket of wisdom has an expiration date
and we still ask “Why”?
Love suffers pain posthumously
and pray to God for forgiveness
we admire the sweet smile
sour, but smile
We sold our possessions for love
cast doubt on the ground itself
and inevitably gave root
just for a glimmer of hope
We drew on the variety of existence
we called a delicious call
chest pressure, pain
unfulfilled love
A notorious liar
suffers variations
People remain unfulfilled
looking for love in everything!
