dusted in comfort, this unlikely place
makes me come forth and bow to thy grace
an effort it took and work on my part
stupidty's feelings and now we're at par
your glory, your fields of the vast
uncastled, so sorry! alas and at last,
i hope that this trip
will not mark the last... illogical voyage
the notion of reason is somewhat on call
requires attention and playing the role
i never forget, i never foresee
they say it's a sin, we hear - luxury
the evening is near, cajolinng and cunning
should we compromise this jovial running?
your majesty, so painfully laced...
I find nothing in this empty space....
...once more, my eyes bite into horizon....
Queen
© Copyright: Ди Байжанов, 2011
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