Gloves in my pocket,
I feel so alone.
Rows of rockets
Live for their own.
So many fears,
Longings and dreams,
Opened areas,
Valleys and streams.
Eyes will remind
Signs of decay,
Uselss and blind
Coming my way
Kings rule the poor,
I’m not a king,
No one is cruel,
Getting the ring.
Brittle affections,
Innocent faith.
Gods put distractions,
Changing my place.
Oh, my princess,
Call me a dream,
Know your secrets –
Sun’s darkest beam...
Декабрь 2002
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© Copyright: Kimi, 2003
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