Marcus Nalgaber Posted May 29, 2019 Share Posted May 29, 2019 The roses of Luck - Those flowers that usually get stained with our blood... Be well!! Leaning to the window of my daily life Leaning to the window of my daily life I stay there without words no concepts or thoughts watching how the wind ruffles the living things and goes around the corners and goes around the corners While the clock sounds I get lost in my mind asking me asking me how many things does a thought mean how many invented words has the soul I am only eyes that look at me and feel with moments that wet my retina x2 Leaning to the window of my daily life Leaning to the window of my daily life Watching how the wind ruffles the living things and goes around the corners abd goes around the corners and sometimes sometimes sometimes removes thorns from the roses of my luck and sometimes sometimes sometimes removes thorns from the roses of my luck Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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