Sunday pattern, wrapped in the fog, paint an images in sepia tone, plunge the brush in the heart, soaring above the clouds... a courage raises, prompts to a pathway, down, where hectic events are unfolding... overwhelmed, the crows, trying on different voices, wearing foreign hats, rehearse the main choral at the portal of new dimension... ...emerge, come to surface all, who can... trying to sort celebrities and not - test the intellectual boundaries, built to check, who dare enough to destroy them... the soul exhales freely - Saturn moved away from my sign - I'm risking to chase love and life - it's never felt so exciting... whatever the thought - insights arrive with one horned Pegasus... | |||
Monday, December 3, 2012
First was the thought...
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Poetry
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