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!