Oct 07, 2008 14:58
Every now and then
when I look into the eyes of the abyss,
it smiles at me.
Every night
when I'm lying on wet grass
breathing with the smell of autumn leaves,
I want to fall into the sky
and drown there.
Every mourning
looking at the bubbles of the rain
vanishing from the ground
I open my heart to emptiness
the emptiness of my soul...
мое,
стихи,
осень,
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