Lack-luster monolith of uninspired stares.
Where are your old world's gaiety and fun ?
Your somber gray has caught me unawares,
Where old and new do not unite in one.
Through greater lengths one finds inspiration.
To steeper crests your artists must ascend.
Where spirits wane in overweight creations,
My "me" cried out - feeling walled and penned.
Pent up thy hopes, and confused thy being
A rare eye lights up to search the stars.
With a straw hat, a mass of blond curls (fleeing) -
I covered, and stepped in. A door ajar -
into a small church opened up: An icon,
a prostrate businessman complete with coat and tie,
two redheads - mom and boy, in fervor, kneeling
I smiled at him and whispered, "ty mechtai..."
ty mechtai - "Ты мечтай" - you dream (Russian)
05.08.01 8:40:55
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здорово! My "me" - шедевр!
А если так -
My "me"
Me "my"
Oh, God...
My mind...
23artworks 18.03.2002 02:18 • Заявить о нарушении
А если так -
My "me"
Me "my"
Oh, God...
My mind...
23artworks 18.03.2002 02:18 • Заявить о нарушении