Slam the rainbow reflections of the eyelashes
My memories crash like a sneeze flash
Trembles and shakes like a wheat head
Again coming here is so sad
Under the water golden wind
And the luxury of his blind
Fingers golden grains of sand
I'll wash them, I'll stand
Something hit in the shoulder
My rough skin became colder
Wrapped around the waist wings
Head forgets, but the heart sings
The black sun,the black sun
I'll tell you to run,tell you to run,
Shines, rolls plastic wheel
Sitting in a cup, I can feel
Thick storms pipes on the other side
whips the backs of the shores wide
It became a dark green lake
Hands popped out of boiling water ,they tried to take
White feathers scattered like fire
Lost souls wander around tired
But black sun won't let them go
On the cell will cover,light low
Black sun...
© Copyright: Виктор Ольберш, 2019
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