Рост

Воды мутные, речь тихая, сны полные. Слететь бы кукушкой, так и фразы придут из за океана. Я то думала что всё уже давно продумано. Спасибо вам, птахам.

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One comment

  1. They come from a far somewhere winter.
    Trough the roads of the sky they have changed many time color.
    Many blue, many white, many parm and grey;
    Now if you can feel the color of your time moving
    Can be one of them and he
    Will sing my song for you.

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