Not!
without me,
you don't know me
and ... only when darkness comes
in their,
in dreams you understand
what is cold
and in the yard is winter.
But ... I am far and
perhaps,
you will have one
plod and think (See?)
which is better to live!
Or not to live?
But still...
one
Why words?
Why shed tears?
I do not hug you now, but remember
that there will be frosts and meet ...
you just dream!
Here you go;
Our friend and melted ...
not long have been the rumor
that with a kiss starting,
dizzy in the world head.
Fatigue and resentment bitterness
only scarlet lips whisper,
to cling to you and gently, in your ear,
a pinch of rustling will be sent.
Quarrels and offenses will melt,
like a wind, splashing clouds,
and the light of the sun shall come to the soul
and dissolve stale soul.
Why play friends on the nerves?
Why twist the brains to each other?
Why fuck, since not deprived
And ... enjoy the evil words?
Why give pleasure to sorrow?
Why separation indulging
Sneers at the beautiful higher
sometimes the world is not understanding?
Circling in curses and to your neighbors ...
What for?
Why risking life
rush into the pool recklessly
and understanding the mind, vaguely,
play wretched words?
And envy ... is a human sin. Famous.
And everyone will be punished again,
for your sin, even full of flaw
soul ... - pride orphan.
Well I am proud of what I did!
For what he did with his hands,
And exalted in everyday life with words
Wonderful meaning of the word.
And to you, curvy neighbors,
In envy, as it were, do not rave,
Good luck in insults not to see!
Nutro rotten only to show.
On the presentation of the people ...
And then what? Ode to someone
Sing nature of beauty.
Everything else is fuss.
2004—01—08
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