A tatters of motes look out of rives.
Enough! So I fed to the teeth!
I want to hunt down such man, who contrives
In Love dot the i's - cross the t's...
Belief in yourself - always - that is the card.
"To take" mean "throw down a gage".
My dream - everybody has home in heart,
Such home, that doesn't like cage.
I want to smell out that dangerous Wight,
And claw hold to horizon’s brim.
My harbourage is the Cimmerian Night,
Which covers my flavor for him.
Enough!
© Copyright: Анастасия Подорожная, 2006
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