Gray

Nature sighed and leaned on her branch.
For we have learned to make metal warm.
Rapiers shape the sun and its rays.
And ashes are tales of spun fires.

The "y" chromosome eyes its guillotine.
Still,
  some gray mouse rolls a mandarin
sucking its pathos.


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Oh, when I wrote that essay on humanism, I was like to that gray mouse, rolling a mandarin!
Charmed, Aleksey

Алексей Головко   30.05.2004 04:04     Заявить о нарушении