In search of the lost time
воскресенье, 16 октября 2016 г.
stairs
Does it into the sky?
stretch
Give to me wires, let me be always on.
clear separation
Precision of numbers, accuracy
of
days.
frozen
Frozen to the ground ... we will still cast shadows.
obscuring the sky
They looked like black mountains.
They grow up in front of me.
They close the heavens in silence.
Do not ask.
shores of homeland
Touch it, let's listen to rustle...
formidable
Crush all under my feet, carry me through all!
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