Lights I wanna see,
I wanna be lighted by you,
I can feel.
When there’s one of us-
It comes real.
We’re in strife upon,
Leading the gales.
We lead sobriety to hunger state.
I can feel.
Roots of strife in me
And never to come to me.
Lights that come to me-
This never will come to me.
I can feel.
(И я не бесчувственное чудовище).
Все флаги в гости к нам. 4
© Copyright: Алексей Сергиенко 2, 2012
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