Poem By Ekaterina Polishchuk
Reality is nothing when you die,
So, why we always cry about time?
All thoughts, dreams in our mind fly,
They often speak to our nature prime.
All women like gold stars in mystic sky,
They are an admiration, people`s heart,
They were described in poems poets by,
They look like clear crystals in the mart.
But time is gone, the idols pass away,
The world needs not the mothers with a child…
Your eyes just look for doll who couldn`t say
Not for a woman whose worlds view is mild.
Remember women with sweet rose cheeks,
With gentle lips and often kind hand.
They were forever praised by each of Greeks.
Today we have another beauty mand…
But if you look for trust and real love,
Don`t find your heart among the paper walls,
Those pictures put the money you above,
Like leis the truth in darkness always stoles.
But look around, real angels live
In women who just go along the street.
They`ll be by you, in you will they believe
And give the love that you forever need.