that something volatile seemed
because of the hard brown binding
the book flew pages
everything was in a huge bright flight
and all the previous distances were forgotten
forgot all that will be next
everything around was forgotten and pulled
was just that the flying flew
it flew a black flame of a fire
it flew and flown and circled
but all this was just a melody of the eyes
only the sound of flutes of distant
02.09.18
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:35 PM UTC
that something volatile seemed
because of the hard brown binding
the book flew pages
everything was in a huge bright flight
and all the previous distances were forgotten
forgot all that will be next
everything around was forgotten and pulled
was just that the flying flew
it flew a black flame of a fire
it flew and flown and circled
but all this was just a melody of the eyes
only the sound of flutes of distant
02.09.18
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