Рецензия на «Про тебя» (Алена Кирьянова)
Здравствуйте, Алёна! Вот ВАМ, пожалуйста, ещё! Of you On your own valley's dear land, In deserted, abandoned worlds once. I painted secretly a picture of you hard Holding on to skipping balance. Morals is sinking in the face Of temptation in torn up soul's overgrown Place. And your world's not worth that moral's place, And consciousness won't smash that ravings' home. Eyes've begun to shine without The sun. A rapid spring is gushing forth. I want we stick in time, sweetheart, For an hour at least. On earth. 18/IX 2016 Игорь Топоров-Анастасьев 18.09.2016 10:18 • Заявить о нарушении
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