"Враг знает только твою форму, которую видел" (Владимир Тарасов)
The mighty may be straight on carpet of bright red
That holds ones step over the breath of crowd.
It is a minute, senses to be found
Along with caviar over morning bread.
There is no ever tie between esthetic mode,
That holds the power to escape conclusion,
With beautiful response not to provoke illusion
Of the esthetic level serving to its Lord.
What is a Person s real pure class
© Copyright: Юлия Пескова 26, 2024
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