Wild bawl.

Another busy day, another crazy night,
Another cranky way, another flight.
Life every day is filled with something new.
Pitch darkness just a part of light,
Stripes in the life not only black and white,
When dawn is covered with pearls of dew.

Black rain clouds are not always bad,
They do not always make us sad.
They can be beautiful, and even cute.
And you are angry or you are glad,
The main thing is just to understand.
It all depends on who is next to you.

We pursue illusory ghosts,
Forgetting those, whom we need most.
And always, we forget to thank them all.
They our heart’s and soul’s outpost,
We understand it when they were lost…
And then, pulled out of the soul a wild bawl.