My picture
At the table of my soul.
There are some pieces of paper,
I`m going to draw my world.
I draw I feel inside
All things I loved whenever,
All days I left behind,
All dreams we`d be together.
The rain`s becoming stronger
So I cant see the moon.
Bloomed trees throw down their leaves
Asking natire to come to boon
Looking over the window
On all about what I said
I think that I would go
Out of my lonely flat.
But I`m sitting on the chair
At the table of my soul.
There are some pieces of paper
Where I`m drawing my sad world...
Свидетельство о публикации №107052001741
Артемий.
Аремор 20.05.2007 18:25 Заявить о нарушении