Like
stone clapper made of clay,
long,
once again occurs, they say.
Creeping
ivy grows,
the
blinds drawn – the room got so yellow!
Ignored
the fact that Here it
was
Fred! the singer
from
the East! The second he began to
play,
working down again,
as
it sometimes
more
is forever at last.
Those
things seem – it
lasts
all day one day and then they
say:
bells until tomorrow.
No comments:
Post a Comment