Breaking the bans of Indigo

Armageddon, capable of destroying walls.

You know, I still loved

And reread the letter insanely often.

With puppy tenderness in his chest kept,

The remnants of half-life-high happiness.

You know, I’m lying to myself again.

And she’s a useless hope.

That you’d be back sometime in the morning,

When I kiss your clothes at night.

Vain love.

Did I say I pray for you?

Where do I take sincere feelings?

Lobzai’s mentally beautiful fas,

slightly touching the phrase artful.

Pen devilyour your mill

and breaking the lines at a crossroads,

in the captivity of magic hands…

Did I say that? It’s all nonsense! Please forget it!

Why do you need this sincerity of the pen?

You have dreams of cloudless dawns,

and I’ve been in the captivity of my sonnets for a long time.

You were held silent by answer,

Pinning your mad Fleur in the palm of your hand.

Get out! Your intimacy is like poison to me!

And I would have left the stage a long time ago,

but the charm of your thin vein

and a pulse, I’m going to be captivated.

You are the pain of my loss, my poison…

Vain Love – it’s all the fault

and I fell on my knees before her…

Mavi.

Let the note of a thin veil of love,

It touches the body with a marvelous veil.

From tender lips, long groans” Mavi!

Melts with a kiss of bright scarlet.

Making a brush in a prelude of ink,

The artist will draw an image of a cute one.

Pomegranate bracelet, painted in vinyl,

The wrists, neck, shoulders of the young Diva.

Strand, hair color and marvelous slender mill

There will be an image as if there is nowhere.

Ancient hall, melody, organ.

A miracle is born out of the watercolor of the senses!

I write the manuscript on light skin.

Why would I want heaven if you’re not here?

I’ve been measuring the star paths for hours.

Eating dampness time portrait

And the haze sways in the stalls.

Treat me with my tender sleep,

My heart is sad.