My pain,
Lift me,
Give me the strength to be
High like a bird.
World blank
Behind my back,
I now
Will not come back
No desire to listen,
No desire to see again.
This is nonsense.
Passion, but not the soul
Inhabit the body here
Hundred thousand years
Top to the same
Great, probably kind ...
The sun at its zenith,
Hey folks, look -
Flies!
2014 год.