In my special time I am inspired...
Air’s breezing, sickness is expired…
Eyes like drops of sombre wine
Admire
Every liquid murmuring sensation,
Fleshy evocating exaltation,
And the fire
Doesn’t hurt that much
In my special time of coal crunch
Into ashes…
Beateous and precious is the time
That no clock does chime
But heart conjures
When the rain outside’ composing tunes:
Euphony that haunts my spirit ever…
In my special time I am inspired...
© Copyright: Виллард Корд, 2009
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