A little dog in pelting rain,
In acid fog tilts at the pain.
Without light behind the pane
She tries to fly away...again.
She tries to find a dusky lane
To hide...to beat this nervous strain.
But Mortal flame destroys her brain
So final aim is staying sane.
A little dog, an endless chain
Of odd and accidental banes.
Her brown eyes became more faint,
But then she will go on. Again.
A little dog
© Copyright: Дикая Собака Динго, 2007
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So 'tis her life to which she's bound -
A lousy merry-go-round...:(
Very sad... but far from bad ;)
Well done!
Андрей Молебсо 22.09.2007 23:16 • Заявить о нарушении
A lousy merry-go-round...:(
Very sad... but far from bad ;)
Well done!
Андрей Молебсо 22.09.2007 23:16 • Заявить о нарушении