I seem to be innocent...
And even if I fall
I'll get back on my feet
And then extend to You my hand.
But deeply in my soul
I want to live; the sleet
In my mind wouldn't stay, it's merry-land.
I'd like begin to twirl
In sky as crazy wind
Or reach the Sun with cheery song.
But I don't have the pearl
Of the belief. That means:
It's just a dream which almost gone.
I'd like begin to rage
As pure mountain stream
Or dance in night like ardent fire.
No disputes at this stage...
The only way is scream.
I'm born, so it's too late to ire.
11th of December, 2007
I'll get back on my feet
And then extend to You my hand.
But deeply in my soul
I want to live; the sleet
In my mind wouldn't stay, it's merry-land.
I'd like begin to twirl
In sky as crazy wind
Or reach the Sun with cheery song.
But I don't have the pearl
Of the belief. That means:
It's just a dream which almost gone.
I'd like begin to rage
As pure mountain stream
Or dance in night like ardent fire.
No disputes at this stage...
The only way is scream.
I'm born, so it's too late to ire.
11th of December, 2007
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ну... а что такого-та?
ну, кланяться я могу по-всякому. Я достаточно гибкая особа!