Nothing to choose, nothing to lose:
When mind is confused - heart is abused.
There’s nothing to tell except farewell...
How dare I smell how senses swell?
I feel you thoughts like thunder...
I know you won’t deny:
I’m falling deeply under
Your complicated why.
We act like queerness listers
Despite our inner blame.
Throughout all humans distance
I still can touch your flame...
No one can tell the future,
No one can save the past...
But there is a blasting mutual
In phrase: “not least but last”.
Swell
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The future is just the shadow of the past.
And we float under the sails of the past as a boat
Over the ocean of time.
Артур Грей Эсквайр 27.02.2018 14:51 • Заявить о нарушении
And we float under the sails of the past as a boat
Over the ocean of time.
Артур Грей Эсквайр 27.02.2018 14:51 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you, Arthur. Very philosophical and romantic reflection you’ve got ;)
Юлия Мартынцева Март 11.03.2018 01:33 Заявить о нарушении
Юлия Мартынцева Март 11.03.2018 01:33 Заявить о нарушении