I yearn for the dispersal of airborne,
For propeller helicopter,
What is the speed of sound carries
There, where happiness is not mowing
I have a scythe of Time
Where I feel no obligation burden
Stop the thoughts,
In nirvana if I go.
Ten o'clock flight,
Red sunset
Enjoy,
Revel
Liberty hops,
Flying bumblebees
I think the main thing,
Retardation of thought smoothly
Distance tear
Between them, leaving
There Eternity and A Dream
I am now on the shoulder
Think about what I want,
But that does not want
Do not think, and that the main secret -
Nothing is impossible!
29.10.10. Z.Sh.
Happiness is not where I was mowing scythe of Time
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