Monday, March 25, 2013

A WORLD OF HAPPINESS


The throbbing of time
Metamorphose the fields of tears
As pure stone
I live in a home
Built with these stones
No love and dreams
Attack me here
A world of happiness


1 comment:

  1. Polishchuk EkaterinaApril 7, 2013 at 3:46 AM

    sad and quit... with little pieces of hope... like a thin golden sun ray on a cloudy sky...

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