poems back artist cataloque

Планета зеркальных шаров
I'll go into a minute pure like snow,
And light like shiver of eye-lashes.
I'll Look,
My lips will touch
The silence of the sleeping eyes.
There'll be a door to open
Where some expection concentrates beside my window
Where awful fissures will expose their grins.
But I'll get bask,
My ways will interflow.
We'll have no walls,
We'll link our hands...
You hear me!
I'll get back.


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