Above, behind a see-through cloth
A place is hidden from the eye
It has its private, purple sky
And rain, has given it his oath
It’s all but black, in this bright place
No dirt, no bad, and no disgrace
Despair, just there, does not exist
One simply can not even twist
The muscles that give winy gist
It is and wonderful, and just ok, at once
Like everlasting, love romance
Life undertakes such peaceful rate,
That everything’s forgotten:
That you are late,
Somewhere
A debt is waiting, job, a dare
A visit is required and not willed,
A song is listened and not thrilled
As when you’re there my friend, it’s peace,
Your soul’s, this is, semi-release
Although its dangerous they say,
To even travel in this way,
The say it can be, not ok
But hey,
Don’t let it stay =)
Above, behind a see-through cloth
© Copyright: Амирарт, 2008
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