No news that fly off so desired lips 5
Oil-painted ravens in cold lonely sky 5
Mud on my boots is boring 3'
It was alive, it's grown and fallen down
This gold will soon be buried underneath
It makes me disappointed
You want to steal my prime-time into this
APPARENTLY you are too rough to me
Life's dead in soil. *Awaits.
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=463266
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 30.11.2013
автор: Jonny Evilko