It's a strange heat. City's melting
Eyes of days are thinnest glass
Through of them I saw the seven
Seven lights, no more, no less
It's a strange heat. It is flowing
From the deep of crying eyes
Summer thoughts are calling, falling
Scorching skin of Paradise
It's a strange heat, giving hunger
I can't live like used before
Silence say me what will after
Do you feel this slanted floor?
It's a strange heat. Nights are dancing
Near flame like butterfly
Wings are burning, getting saving
It's a strange heat from blue Sky
It s a strange heat
© Copyright: Радуница, 2013
Свидетельство о публикации №113081309464
Свидетельство о публикации №113081309464
Рецензии