greencatina @ 2010-01-30T01: 15:00
I - gray mouse. I am ashamed of their grayness.
I peel sneak in a red dye.
But something under the paint is not a lot of mental courage
I see.
I - gray mouse, I am ashamed of his myshnosti.
I raised food - but not in the volume are slyshnosti.
I'm writing out loud, reveling in a - a drunkard! -
But bald my tail through the line behind me stretches.
I - gray mouse, but in my soul - songs
and warm my home and secure my house - too small for him!
And, sitting alone at the window, in the late evening,
I mentally where distant dark star.
I long to heaven, I got into business highest.
I long to heaven, and - embarrassed themselves. Is it possible?
I raised food, and this terribly difficult for me
Ask yourself, though in an undertone: Mouse Do I?
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