Рецензия на «Без тени ветерок летящий...» (Георгиевна)
The spirit is not reflected in the mirrors, without any shadow the breeze flying, the mind of recklessness is not measured... Source of inspiration and desires, like a ghost-dream is cast into wanderings, fountain beats with magic words of confestion... I'll try to imagine and see: tender caress... I catch with my lips, melt, and of stupidity, the source of coolness quenches thirst ... Ah, eternity... it's just a fantasy: when the image melts, dissolving in whirlpool eternity of being, you'll recollect only my hugs... Бабка Ежка 22.12.2022 10:46 • Заявить о нарушении
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