Point
The way of who I'm lookind for;
Where is this unforbidden vessel
With the holy. lost. unnamed choir.
But now I choose a pretty other way -
The way of who I'm looking at;
I have no time. And nothing to rename
The ghost of vessel.
//That's not alive and is not dead.
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Picture by orange lipstick,
Graffiti on the glass.
Sometimes like powder of mistik
Silent scream undress.
Too sad window bodyart
Afraid for a rain or a snow.
But when day with light restart
My picture apear, i know.
С Уважением М.Волк.
Миша Волк 21.04.2011 22:36 Заявить о нарушении