So, we have not slept:
Sunrise rays shine through the haze of fog,
And the morning light, so innocent, there crept.
That is laid brick hopes for the beginning day to agog.
It seems that something has changed,
Because someone will update our minds.
Everything that is clean always gets dirty,
Like a sunset in bad weather...
Evening sun and our shame go down together,
And to resolve bugs for all night gently.
Comes the dawn
© Copyright: Жанна Ло, 2014
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