Бездны магия розы XVIII
Bluish night
a temple eroding
by a desire ajar
ready to assault
navigating stones
streets anchored to Your lips
bleed immensely
these bloodstains mean if anything
the slow dragging of the empire
in the shreds
across the dunes of happiness
threading a Lake
naked
splashes of wings
whispers sorrowful
a mirky sight of a stone
taking away your burden
out into the light
( we are finally ready for the final Crusade )
where even butterflies
crucified
know the feeling of blue
in all the unbelievable shades
of ignorance blessed
Bluish night
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