what's the point in words?
Their lame and the meaning and form.
Inside public ashes,
In the throes of ecstasy.
There will probably God.
He is great in his love.
Remain in the bosom of the dawn.
And the melody of stars on hand,
In the bowl of a vicious sultry summer.
You and I - two glasses of different shapes.
You and I, as a mosaic of color.
But folded halves of glass,
Our Creator in heaven disappears.
Who are you, an angel and the devil can be ...
I do not know the fate intended.
I suffered your depth.
Bright and clear image.
You're like a white butterfly dreams
I dreamed that in some kind of life.
You neither soft nor angry, nor severe.
You're crazy, stubborn and capricious.
But caught you on purpose.
Hooked false gestures and opinions.
I'm your black dream
But in my heart I have only shadows.
I'm no angel, but do you think,
That go in a shell of light.
I love you forever steal
At the end of the cycle of summer.