Day after day
the clock unlock my universe finite
with minutes by a mouse clocking click-n-click the flow of time
and measuring my facebookish dependent private life
deprive of inner joy
(oh boy)
day after day/...
Night after night
the longing soul is floating through and out of sweety-sweaty dreams
in google seas with high and heavy rhythms
and hormon-non-free waves
of human kind unseen
(oh what a sin)
the river of imagination is so fast and twined
this immaterial of mine is searching for its thirsty sip for revelation
and drinking digitally picturesque but non-relieving substitute of love devine
(oh what a crime)
night after night
my virtual universe
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Like a sparkling wine
these lines divine
and you, and me,
and folk, and beast -
nobody can resist
Васиссуалий Камушкин 21.04.2021 03:49 • Заявить о нарушении
these lines divine
and you, and me,
and folk, and beast -
nobody can resist
Васиссуалий Камушкин 21.04.2021 03:49 • Заявить о нарушении
Those personal and sacred lines
Like joyful sparkes of Prosecco wine -
All this is pure temptation of illusion.
Almost nobody can resist
But one who does
Is safe from carnal torturing delusion.
Срасибо за отклик
и
Вдохновения!
Вероника Буг 21.04.2021 12:40 Заявить о нарушении
Like joyful sparkes of Prosecco wine -
All this is pure temptation of illusion.
Almost nobody can resist
But one who does
Is safe from carnal torturing delusion.
Срасибо за отклик
и
Вдохновения!
Вероника Буг 21.04.2021 12:40 Заявить о нарушении