Thrill of our souls

Self-perpetuating provocateur
Colorless crystal of Mind
Transparent, as if predawn
Fouled contours the night

Pierced by the rays of light,
Breaking glancing look,
Accommodating itself to items
That cannot be explained by books
 
Possessing the secret of passion
A magical inflorescence of bonds,
Fastened in own embracing
All together - the thrill of our souls.

Понедельник, 19 февраля 2018


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