My flying star, I want to dream... It's cold!
A silent soul like a silent bird...
And everybody've choose a winter road
To find the truth in dirty, cruel world...
You do not hear anybody's screaming...
Your answer will be: "Sorry, I didn't know!"
We're looking for the luck but we don't feel it
In our hearts. The vanity... Let's go!
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=388170
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 27.12.2012
автор: Віктор Банар