рафинированный примитивизм
In front of this high
Serenity and calm
It is nothing to desire,
Except to just give up.
See, wind horses faded under sun.
Wheels are drowning in the sand
Reins in wrinkly, sunburnt hand
And sandstorms follow the footsteps.
How many paints were faded away
How many sculptures were covered by sand
How many promises were given
Thoughtlessly

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@темы: Dreams, На английском