Azorček

L.IN.E

3.08.2010

White lines are passing by…
It is fast,
but far away from my pathetic wishes.
I do not understand the smell of my soul,
intensity is still there.
Maybe the time has come to leave these lines,
at least the white ones.
Brown lines are better and
the sound of birch branches is soothing.
End of story!

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