The legend of a swamp
Your whisper wings
Fly me away from cries and sorrow
Your nest is now alone and hollow
Your shelter with the dead eggs stinks
The White Lake swan..
Your harmful cry
Holds throat tight
With hands of pain
You, Earth – invaders, all insane
See my eternal-lasting flight
The White Lake swan..
Your dying dance
Had finished on the stones of fear
You couldn’t live without your dear
The lonely life had few of sense
There’s no White Lake..
There are brown stones
There’s piece of dirty fucking garbage
There’s salty swamp alone and savage
How could it live without the swans…
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Please, try to answer:))
С уважением
Евгений Захарчук
Евгений Захарчук 25.05.2007 08:06 Заявить о нарушении
Ответный вопрос: В чем смысл жизни?
Pray, give your variant of the first:))
Best regards
Елена Уманец 25.05.2007 23:31 Заявить о нарушении
Смысл жизни – служение
Sincerely…
Eugene
Thank you in advance for your e-mail
Евгений Захарчук 01.06.2007 00:20 Заявить о нарушении