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Публикувано | 14.08.00 13:30 |
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When memories fill up dreams
Автор: inches
Дата: 10.07.00 19:59
I remember the first time, too
Many a thing I saw…
That Day.
I say, "It's late!
I cannot sleep!"
The memory fading I woo
The icicles chilling I thaw,
As I pray
For the taint
Not to infect That deep,
For you Do,
Do You scare
Me! That empty face of yours,
Shining cold, back at the
Warmth of my look,
As it lands onto y'or
Corpse.
May I say "phuu"?
And send it there,
To the back of my mind, locked behind the doors.
Of course, then the
Dream of it all, like a book
I would read in the dark, where waited before
All my memories light,
Soothing me with their sight.
So would I not pray,
Not to let daylight slip away?
I would rather not fall asleep
But memories keep,
Close to my heart,
Darkness to dart
With the lightest
Ever
Light!
Remember the sand in the desert!
The caterpillars on the trees!
The kids in the park, playing soccer!
…And Never recall That Day
When You threw your being up
In the corner of Life!
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-Изглежда много хубаво - каза Алиса, като го прочете. – Само че е извънредно трудно за разбиране!(Виждате ли, тя не искаше да признае дори на себе си, че изобщо никак не го разбира.) Усещам, че някак ми изпълва главата с идеи, само че не знам какви!
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