Sep 09, 2009 20:13
When dragons clash
A world is born,
As shiny flesh
Gets ripped and torn;
As flesh of darkness
Melts in fire,
Our nature rises,
Kills desire.
We are the wind
And wings are strong,
If we can't bear
The doing wrong.
Lonely and helplessly
We fall,
If follow
Where the demons call.
Blinding as darkness
Is the flash,
That bears a world
When dragons
творчество
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Действительно, хорошо на Голубятне - вот вдруг стих возник вечером, ни с того ни с сего.
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Но в данном случае, резонанс возник ;) Маленькая радость...
(мой первый коммент с моГильника. Не очень удобно...).
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