Marakesh. Battery (№ 240908)

You know, to think and to bathe, -
Useless topic.
We're rise
Blade in the sky.
And I don't want to be restrained
and ordinary,
When you rage
run through my veins.
Misted glass
And painting by hand.
These white walls
were our clouds.
You're so beautiful,
Like I dream about it.
It only now.
It will not happen again.