Thrill of our souls
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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