Unclear dreams not carring the theme
Tear soul apart, splinters are flying.
Lost in the fog all vital cases,
Slippery thoughts are constantly crying.
Mind laudly echoes to storming oceans.
Waves blindly raging, redden with blood ,
And they submitting to black hurricanes,
Fall in a chasm, decaying call God.
Apocalypse lost somewhere in darkness
The sun doesn't leave its rays in the space.
Surf -it is answering with a dull echo ,
And what it hisses-doesn't know this place.
Yoy will survive! So is destined!
Tearing in shreds hurricanes and the storm!
Cry, laugh or madness does it the matter?
Often the tears are tender and warm ...
Not clear dreams, English version
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2012
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