streptococcus (Таня Гулериа)
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Apr 4, 2014, 10:33 PM

The Song of the golden Prince 

  Poetry » Love
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The frowning time is passing on

And burns away like fuel.

My broken heart has turned to stone

My eyes are only jewel.

 

And there is no persistent hope

Left in the shop for buying

The only goods are hooks  and rope

For safety  or dying.

 

Relax, not everything is lost

It’s only phantom pain.

I don’t exist and real ghost

Is never wet in rain.

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