Mozaic tiles put together into common pattern to fit your brain to society sometimes seem to get loose under certain unusual circumstances or extreme conditions. It takes efforts to keep the pattern, and even if you manage (and you will), the belief in the pattern will never be regained. I secretely wish to go insane and scatter mozaic tiles to play with them, making new irregular patterns.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=327484
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 03.04.2012
автор: rara avis