The Rudderless Navigation
profound winter night, above
all your barbarian aspire,
as the incitement to
dripping honey
comb, at
this
moment difficult to prevent melting of
hidden glacial, the rising smoke
on the remote, the divagate
midnight, extinguished
but impulsive flame,
prevalence of
savor, the
pollinating infusion into the body and
soul, life somewhere around
desires to touch the
philosopher's
stone,
that's not incredible, your persona
often overlaps my masculinity,
it forces to search some
new dimensions to
create the more
density for
nomadic love, willingly I couldn't fly
sometimes to touch the
unexplored horizon,
frequently I came
back into the
cage of
her illusive eyes, after forgetting the
migration route of sky - - -
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