The Leader
Blue eyes looking so strined,
Like a snake he crawls by the track -
He is a hunter, and it makes him great.
Young proud boy, his power's so strong!
He tells the rest, what they want to know.
But he doesn't care about escape,
He feels free, and it drives him mad.
Sometimes his eyes were full of tears,
And tears then fell on the sand of beach -
He can be hurt, but he is not weak,
He always struggles for being the chief.
Like a savage he runs round the blaze -
He never minds about his acts.
But he wouldn't like to kill his friend -
He just feels free, and it drives him mad.
Summer 2001
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But i mn't crying
I'm strong and feelings
flow up and down.
If screaming burns my heart
It doesn't mean that
I'm weak!
Я представил себя на месте вашего Leader'a
Мне очень понравился ваш стих. Отличное произведение, я рад, что я нашёл Ваше Творчество
Сгущающиеся Тени.
Сгущающиеся Тени 27.05.2006 14:05 Заявить о нарушении
Рада, что Вам понравилось!
Удачи в Вашем творчестве!
Susan Johns 29.05.2006 18:27 Заявить о нарушении