Sound of the Song
Strange fruits in my garden
behind dark black roses
wave like branches on the wind
slow down the walk
Spring late in the smell of
April nights and blue mornings
can not sleep into this
house of cold glass
The sound of silence reminds me
that I once flew
when the rain stops
wait me the same question
Street lamp throws light in a circle
the sunshine will come
I'll just be a trace of a man
do not worry deer die alone
30.04.2018
Copyright © Jakov Asl | Year Posted 2018
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