Mark of the followed placed on may lips,
Dropped down the water from the sunshine.
Every month goes so loud,
Even the Upstairs has no cloud.
Face to face from cracked to complete,
I've lost every part of this pazl.
Sometimes it looks simple,but incompleted
And the Mirror took itself so hostile.
The Followed running from me
At the Red stone of Crush.
It is simple to me.
Another Dark Age of silence.
Silence
© Copyright: Шелест Опавших Листьев, 2015
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