Kingdom of wills
Neither love nor contempt left for issue
There was something I kept in my dreams
And except morning bless I would wish you
Never meet us in a kingdom of wills
Whether pain or relief are for choosing
But the life isn't worth my defeats
Better listen to the pure sorrow music
Than to listen to artificial hits
Neither curses nor prayers for present
Those who thought of the emptiness much
Even though any wicked sick weather
Tries it's best seeking useless fight.
6.09.
Kingdom of wills
© Copyright: Руслан Арсененков, 2020
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