воскресенье, 10 августа 2014 г.

New friend

I want to see your covered face,
I want to feel your wasted days,
I need your hand and wide strong shoulder,
I need the metal shiny holder,
To keep me from the evil storm,
Through body over Christian norm.

Sitting on the British bench,
You don't speak like Lui French,
Writing letters with saint love,
Look at yellow sun above,
Look , the birds are singing songs,
Please forget all evil wrongs,
Just relax and be with miya,
 With my crazy nostalgia .

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