One lonely poet without a name,
it feels like a soul which burns in a flame!
his everyday life is like a strict fight,
and it*s hard to understand:
who is wrong and who is right!
every new day is like a last fight...
Everything he heard was angels whisper:
"Hold, hold tight!"
1.02.2012
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=312306
Рубрика: Iнтимна лірика
дата надходження 08.02.2012
автор: Той,що воює з вітряками