Back from Dahab

My heart is broken like this window and wind is blowing through my mind, I hear no thoughts I see no faces I feel my body kissed by sun still full of warmth brought from the the mountains in Moscow cold I wear sunglasses I turn the speakers on... And on and on goes by the window grey lifeless scenery I sink into my scarf as in the sea and dive away....

24 ноября 2014 г.


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