with ease, ending a bit reckless.
Storm and wind were scattered around,
eager to see and touch the ground.
Leaving traces in the present,
like a peasant being relent.
Two things to think at the time.
Damn those deeds; them dancing dirty...
With a magnitude of thirty!
Durable times coming ahead,
trying twice to steal and mislead.
Storm and wind are scattered around,
being bestial or profound?
Prevaricative words vanish
in the alphabet of Spanish.
One purpose - to find a mime.
Have you ever tried to reason?
Or do you incline to treason?
Precipitation is leaky.
Tell me, do you want to be king?
Storm, wind, and the scattered petals
awaiting when someone settles.
Settlers seed and settlers foster
on a brand new brown breed bolster.
Not even love, not even claims...
In the end, nothing remains.
For Time, He knows no reins.
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sechs
29. 4.apríla 2015 17:19
Pripojil by som i šiestu hviezdu, za slovnú zásobu!
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