(In memoriam of the 17)
All my naughty emotions
Going down through the water
In the pit of the ocean.
All now motionless rages
Going down like the wages
To the bottomless quarter.
And the storm I’m awaiting
Won’t be coming
It’s fading…
And the visions are shorter.
And the substance of sky
From the bottom so high
Only surface of water…
29.10.2013 Вт, 22:08
Dreaming through St. Jude storm
© Copyright: Серафина Лесская, 2014
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