четверг, 14 ноября 2013 г.

You are like a butterfly.

You`r wings never stop.
From flower till flower hide
And you`r world is locked.

You think it can`t go on,
But crossing by the line/
When you`r freedom gone
You just can`t to shine.

You can`t say you think.
You`r words like in jail .
This is not blink
And no one mail.

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