Drift, I'll write on a paper
The things you should keep in mind
Read and keep your eyes opened
Don't be fool to be blind
Eyes, they've been so wide opened
The roots, they grow of the seed
The time has come to build preferences
But you're playing the angels instead
Roads which pass through the ages
Stream the lights through the glass
Boards fulfilled with your eyeprints
Claim me to stay off the mass
You seem to be beautiful
The sun lays upon your head
Love is making me happier
To give with nothing to take
I feel like I'm getting the wings
I feel like I'm the unborned
I feel like I'm loosing myself
In You... In You...
dedicated to stereosonya
late night on 30-nov-2010
Paperdrifts
© Copyright: Сергей Пилипчак, 2012
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