Anna M. Ostrovskaya. Other people's diaries (№ 256782)

Words from the past - as a trail of distant stars:
The stars are not, and we see in the sky.
We again think, for us, it shines.
But there is none! So time the wind blew
And old lyrics crying - now he's harmless
And nothing for us it does not.
All the words on the paper shed tears
Now I no longer own us.
What ridiculous fools
Poke their noses into other people's diaries?