Natalia Struchkova. (№ 349532)

To the sacred truth of the road
Sometimes get lost in the darkness,
But I imagine knocking the legs
Searched for the truth on earth.
It seemed that there are no simple solutions,
And the world kept silence,
But skrytoi books genius
With me so just said:
"How does one live differently
In spite of the injustice?
First, maybe we'll cry,
And after they believe in good."