Автор Владимир Васильков | 1.5.07 02:09 (Хитов 2264)
Asylum
Gloomy softness on my wrist – It’s the watch that faints of fog… Hide my eyes where tender beast Tries thy treasures to unlock.
Give a goblet boiling with Amber-coloured broth of herbs, Let me kiss thy graceful knees, When a fever me disturbs.
I’ve escaped from bricks and walls, I need blood and breath of woods, Whisper pain to moon-eyed owls, Let the Great Bear heal the wounds.
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