It seems the world will never end and future still exists.
If looking with the eyes of past we live in future ever.
So many languages will never sound since missed.
Some feelings keep on living, people will not sever.

There are no clever people, but only talented and then
Who's given vision. Everyone who's reading this supposes
He's one of those. So what to say again?
We're up to fact that everybody goes this.

Is that a miracle - an atmosphere allowing us to live?
What really are those things we use to handle?
The greatest gift the mankind could achieve, -
Continue being. But it's always being vandal.

Evening. 19 December. 2001