stop wrighting now;
i'll let you know
just twenty feelings:
they'll be your age,
don't believe in other ones
thirst's rage:
it's just seems like monument of power-
with it's grase your enemy's no one;
getting out from your dying flower
it lets your smart future be unknown.
it's aloneness:
after this times it comes such second,
it falls like flyes dying goes to the lake of.
your car is not running like from other side seems
what you're flying
along owner's dreams.
clouds feeds cities'
but water's just tears
'cause other unknowers
dropped it in lips..
third lives in future,
it left our grave,
it's fear to be eaten
by snake of "again"
Will your me promise
let numbers forget
prises of breathing?
but, not, hm, yet.
met
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Красиво, понравилось!
Не часто тут встретишь такие талантливые произведения на английском.
Спасибо.
Валерия Вяликова 23.04.2014 22:09 • Заявить о нарушении
Не часто тут встретишь такие талантливые произведения на английском.
Спасибо.
Валерия Вяликова 23.04.2014 22:09 • Заявить о нарушении