Vladimir Morozov. (№ 314943)
The world is beautiful, bright and violent,
And how do you eyes look me over
His entire through chrysolites leaves
Emerges the morning blue.
And fog over the plains Plyos
That hung in the silence of the reeds,
Or echo the thousand
Celebrating the day an immortal soul.
№ 314943 Added
MegaMozg 23-01-2018 / 03:02
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