I want to return to the tower
Of my mystery, early-night dreams;
Their magical and foggy power
Grows with me throw the white blowing winds.
It's not my mask? only heart-open crying
From dirty life and social quiz;
You's searching exit? And I grimly smiling:
The death's not exit - don't committed this.
Just hold to live for knowledge and for dears...
От 06-01-08
Hold on
© Copyright: Катарина Кельтская, 2008
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Wonderful! Yours poems so beaty, strong, and dark! I like this!!!
Анастасия Павлюкова 08.01.2008 18:20 • Заявить о нарушении
Анастасия Павлюкова 08.01.2008 18:20 • Заявить о нарушении