Take hold of your mind
Something's to extend.
Borders of your land
Should you ever bind?
Wisper in my brain
Strips of any lee,
Sinks me in the sea
Of the bliss and pain.
I'm even lost
In the mental maze
But some kind of daze
Is the worthy cost.
Is it bad award?
And beyond the mist
May be still exist
Any other world,
Bright without remorse
Beautiful less art
Where fall apart
All your fears worse.
Losing solid soil
Giving up the doubts
Fazed up to the hubs
Groans inner soul.
inner soul
© Copyright: Кисейная Барышня, 2006
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