четверг, 8 марта 2018 г.

My song (теперь с видео)





My chords and strings
were cowereds my hands
Here are my legs run barefoot
Here are my eyes as dark the lakes
Here are my ears
Where the apples are not the pears

For clever brain enough two words
if the had is in  I-blocked any difference is not

here is my shade, invisible in sun-up,
here is my body just about to fly-up
here is my heart so figts so figts
here is my soul for you
and it is beautiful

осень 2011 года

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