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I often think about my dreams,
Where Life is full of joyfull beams,
Where you're always self-assured,
And aint but caught by beauty lured.
The only thing I can't but pity,
The lack of man, who can be witty
To make this paradise come true
At least in mind of the crew,
Which is responsible for hardships,
Heartache, soul's breaks, evil deeds,...
Devil knows to where it leads...
Make it brighter to create
Personal aesthetic piece,
Actual magnetic breeze.
Struggle is supposed to be,
I aint trying to delete the rise,
Definitely I deny the pressure -
It constantly deprives of plessure.
I imagine pure safety,
Full of songs by sacred birds,
I can't act as far as nasty,
I can't bring my thoughts to words... 2:10 am 11.10.08
4 комментария:
Wow, Oks! I don't remember this one... It's so... untypical for you! So direct, precise, witty... It has distinct rhythm and is just... I liked it :)
Mmmm, thx a lot, dearest friend, i couldnt have expected this, such reaction, I tried))
Sometimes i think that it's amasingly cool to be little audience actor, in a small closed group of admirers)))
it's better to know all your fans by names than standing on a stage of "Olympiyskiy" looking nowhere, through the thousand of unknown eyes :)
Damn right, sweetie))
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