I want to return to the tower
Of my mystery, early-night dreams;
Their magical and foggy power
Grows with me throw the white blowing winds.
It's not my mask? only heart-open crying
From dirty life and social quiz;
You's searching exit? And I grimly smiling:
The death's not exit - don't committed this.
Just hold to live for knowledge and for dears...
От 06-01-08