All that you hear , can only be thought not tea , I do not not think about anything when I wrote them, you know it's like a dream , sometimes they are black and white and you remember in the morning every single frame. And sometimes they are brightly colored, but if erased from memory when you wake up .
Only yesterday LINEN web DAYS , I wove dreams stoked routine, Stretch hands happiness to meet at noon forget , they whispered something that you once remembered understand I have nowhere to go when night fell on the city and I'm on the road farewell, expect those those in other memory alive of those who did not have time to say goodbye , and those who do not dare , I lost sleep , the sun is gone , my words did not fly wingless , will soon become quite dark , this autumn leaves traces Zsolt red gray , those desires are not distant shore where pervomutrovy where we were born and died and now departed , so we wanted to enjoy the day and night, dawn and sing with the wind cooled down to splash all these SKY
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For the days of autumn wind in the areas circled on I will not lose you the Ruby lies, I treasured moments , but we have confused life , but we are confused life , but we are confused life.
Come back time , I know I flew to heaven , there on the edge of hope , those who are tired of dreaming sleep , and the sky was crying , I felt them near us remember their words to live on the whole city, I chafe memory again for the umpteenth time I found it strange that twilight is not extinguished in the windows on the opposite I saw someone wandering in the darkness , the power of feminine smoothly melted in the parade of shadows, it lasted for weeks and lasted for years, wondering clock -stopping or running in the distance they can hardly keep up with eternity circle silent, saying it was neochem I believe in happiness , in the magic of believing , to build their new world , on dreams and trust in the universe, the break between the hours of imperishable, through the smoldering letters, flaming passion of those revelations.
I saw how fragile freezing air , crystal shards me cutting hands , scratching the glass on high-speed trains, taught poetry by heart my diary sheets , I'm not tired , I just became cautious , now I do not have the patience that would have you believe that Bogrov sunset Birch paintings thy utopias fabulous and idyllic , old photo albums stored memory , I sing in the evenings and a permission or excuse all the mysteries around the world , and lonely Planet , hugging purple this summer, there tears of happiness filled nearly half , and in the Capital is only the flowers of satin and was enough for me to couple that used to remember the clouds , but for now let's say goodbye for now.
