Evgenii Vladimirovich Bachurin. (№ 320475)
Tree you're my tree
You head to bend to grieve.
To trouble, for the time being
Noisy your tents,
Towers, towers, towers.
I would throw in your forest
To escape the fate of the wheel,
Where the inside of your crowns
All crimson ring,
Voices, voices, voices.
№ 320475 Added
MegaMozg 27-03-2018 / 19:26
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