My Love is out of country
In spaces of the Spring
Where Sun shines always brightly
And whisky isn’t sin.
I want her coming lightly.
It lets for steps to fly.
I see her dressed of flowers
I want her when insane…
I have no home for soul,
My Soul’s rustles soar…
It smells of she in air –
And I’m in thunder’s dome…
Can’t see.
Can’t feel.
Can’t think…
My Love is out of country
© Copyright: Aweful Axe s Man, 2007
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Yeap,it is really difficult when someone you want to be near is far!Anyway,try to be patient!Probably one day.......everyhting will be the way you want! With respect,Diana!
Диана Давоян 15.10.2007 23:44 • Заявить о нарушении
Диана Давоян 15.10.2007 23:44 • Заявить о нарушении
This is a fantasy, you know. All is from my mind. As somewhat guiltiness...
Aweful Axe s Man 16.10.2007 15:48 Заявить о нарушении
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