Poetic fall’s like crimson feather,
It spreads a dance in gloomy ice
And in a chant of co-in-prison
Forever autumn fades in time.
All re-imaginary feelings
Are flaking softly, tender-sweet.
No past and future. Life is willing
To be forget in winter’s weep.
I lost myself in gale of abyss.
And path's too short to be the prayless
26.03.10
Fall
© Copyright: Дант Лаорти, 2010
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