Ни один туман не улетучивается, не затронув нотки моей души, что в свою очередь вызывает потребность написать хотя бы четверостишие. Возможно, однажды это станет целым "туманным циклом" ????
Вчерашнему туману посвящается:
Whenever fog comes to your soul,
You don't scream, don't speak at all,
You just accept your bodies wish -
Swim in the night without squish.
Вчерашнему туману посвящается:
Whenever fog comes to your soul,
You don't scream, don't speak at all,
You just accept your bodies wish -
Swim in the night without squish.
Not a single fog disappears without touching the notes of my soul, which in turn causes the need to write at least quatrains. Perhaps one day it will become a whole "foggy cycle" ????
Dedicated to yesterday’s fog:
Whenever fog comes to your soul,
You don't scream, don't speak at all,
You just accept your bodies wish -
Swim in the night without squish.
Dedicated to yesterday’s fog:
Whenever fog comes to your soul,
You don't scream, don't speak at all,
You just accept your bodies wish -
Swim in the night without squish.
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