автор: haboob

Ако знаех с какво се захващам, никога не бих го направил. Джак
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The first what
I see is these eyes
The last that
I was searching
In such times
behind the windows
and moving walls
when comes
the penetrating sight
free of understanding
without pretention
where expectations
are part of history..

A silent glance
that trusts me forth
is the reflection
whitch explains the worth
and negates
the fences