A surf
The wave of consciousness to spurt.
My deep desire drifts and roves.
Ignore the meaning "being hurt"!
Who’s ready to be killed for love?
For having doubts about herself
The destiny still worships me
With mouth agape in someone else.
But pleasures bend the strongest knees.
What is a kiss? It’s worth a blink.
The soul shall fly and play with ink,
With shadows of discolored grass.
So dry as sentencing to death.
A ray to feast, a surf,
a blast.
June 7, 2010
A wave of consciousness
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2010
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