среда, 11 апреля 2012 г.

Survere

Severe, severe, 
Summer storm`s coming near,
Throwing stones, 
Darkening  tones.

I`m frozen, alive. 
Wind sharply swinging,
Thunder bomb ringing,
Destiny "s bringing survival . I strive.

Call me, my dear, 
Here and near, 
Living in messy chaotic old den .
Write on my path with your magical pen .

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The mountain's tall, fall on my head,
Chill down  with a snow ,all reddish and mad,
In the state of my mind, -
Unforgettable  ride.

The mountain's  top, lift me up high,
I 'm urned inside out,  touching the sky
Through songs and in verses, settle me straight,
The pure is  ruth, I 'm  itchy to wait.

The ocean's cold, take me away,
Over horizon, the  mysterious way ,
Bubbly waves , sweet- bitter its taste,
Surfing  in  motion, on the pleasant  emotions,
Throwing out all old dirty waste.

Swimming on dawn`s road, sailing , the boat,
Turn to the  East, Say- Glory, fold wrists,
Damn rainbow in the West, run away , cross the chest,
Sing :"Love you " up high,you are silent, not mine .


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