In the distance, the horizon was interrupted By the contour of a building Its outline vaguely Palladian I couldn't tell if this was a ruin or if it was new Stucco shells were placed at intervals around a portico At the very top was a balcony I looked up and saw her there Or at least I think was her Mystery
I never wrote a diary Too scared someone will find it Now I write things on your paper Recipes for sweet and bitter I never wrote a diary Too scared someone will find it Now I write things on your papеr Recipes for sweet and bitter
A murmuration of glittеring wings Either birds, nymphs, angels, nixies, pixies Or some kind of sacred fly All moving together At that moment, I realised I was no longer alone The building was not my destination but a distraction I remembered your gold earrings and turned back The road looked the same, but its stream of traffic felt different this time No men passed by in trucks And I let the night hold meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
