To be unrealistic
And falling out from rules.
Without magic and other mystic
Fly to the sky or through my tools.
Walking to my soul,
Or near it, if door is close,
And break it, making open,
And see the growing rose.
Be ready to give all answers,
Be ready to be alone,
You must always remember this thing,
That our time is going on.
Time
© Copyright: Гулюшин Антон, 2006
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You look upset,man!
I think that now you understood what is waiting.And for now you understood what is unreal dreams,after which you wake up tired 'cause you think that she doesn't want to wait you any more.
Best wishes with greeting from the Northern Capital.
Keep smile!
Скуратов Александр 01.07.2006 21:06 • Заявить о нарушении
I think that now you understood what is waiting.And for now you understood what is unreal dreams,after which you wake up tired 'cause you think that she doesn't want to wait you any more.
Best wishes with greeting from the Northern Capital.
Keep smile!
Скуратов Александр 01.07.2006 21:06 • Заявить о нарушении
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