People – kids seek for shelter.
People – birds for lit.
Folk slid down from hills
About millions lives ago
And doomed the world on.
Endless invention,
I build my raft in high minutes,
Languishing idle in sad shade.
If ask, I deserve sympathy,
Cause foolishness has no edge.
Nail my box even slotless,
Don’t mind,
Just return on motherland
On last thousand years.
Nostalgia wounded a lot,
Evil things hackneyed.
But you know the reason,
Tired and want quiet
To have some mutual foe.
Folk has a folk another
Give me the hat, please
Ladder, signor.
sympathy for the D
© Copyright: Кристина Адер, 2013
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