Snow, like bits of heavens cluster:
touch one piece of it and it will slip out
back to the heaven...
we are dying because of our warm hands,
warm bodies, because of global warm
and because we are to close to each other,
we have stop being pieces of cluster
and we became like avalanche:
now we are falling not from the sky,
but from ground to another - deeper and deeper,
right to the hell...
dying man - fallen from sky,
trying not to be a dead!
but stop this fall,
he is trying to separate
from other ones,
he is trying to jump up,
what only his soul can do
and he is doing -
slipping out from body,
because death touched him...
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 2:50 PM UTC
Snow, like bits of heavens cluster:
touch one piece of it and it will slip out
back to the heaven...
we are dying because of our warm hands,
warm bodies, because of global warm
and because we are to close to each other,
we have stop being pieces of cluster
and we became like avalanche:
now we are falling not from the sky,
but from ground to another - deeper and deeper,
right to the hell...
dying man - fallen from sky,
trying not to be a dead!
but stop this fall,
he is trying to separate
from other ones,
he is trying to jump up,
what only his soul can do
and he is doing -
slipping out from body,
because death touched him...
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