You are more piercing these body walls
Stretches of sonorous violin lines
Bows on the nerves of the strings of the soul
Forgive me and if that did not go away prayed
In the paradise of walls where all sins are forgiven
Again it's cold and wet rains.
But all is well with you next.
Intertwined from eternity in a ball
Fused from thin silver clothes
We were enveloped in the gentle sleep of embraces
And we sleep in the blink of starry night
Nazarov Pavel.
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© Copyright: Павел Назаров 7, 2017
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