Arctic wind
And lurks when the night appears.
It seems to leave, with constant fear
What left behind would disappear.
What lies beyond the streams of air,
And vanishes at the start of dawn.
You feel it prowling somewhere near
But look around...it's gone.
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Максим Митрофанов 2 21.04.2010 16:18 Заявить о нарушении