tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post8157174241020494676..comments2024-02-20T06:21:03.607+02:00Comments on някъде над покривите на града: Вместо пътепоказател...Радосвета Аврамова (caribiana)http://www.blogger.com/profile/13165932150494540765noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2984806401118681918.post-78848225410810010682008-10-12T10:18:00.000+03:002008-10-12T10:18:00.000+03:00Instead of a guide-boardan open window and a slice...Instead of a guide-board<BR/><BR/>an open window and a slice of Moon<BR/>a starry pile - scattered in infinity<BR/>my eyes need no sleep , but lagoon<BR/>because they know ...the truth in the vicinity<BR/><BR/>they dreamt of hands that were stretching to me<BR/>they dreamt of mermaids and fairy-tale centaurs<BR/>they dreamt the grass , the dew ...ABOUT You<BR/>but all the dreams were short ,and now they're lost<BR/><BR/>now they don't sleep , they simply cannot<BR/>in their pupils - late love really smarts<BR/>in dream or in reality - a crossroad of my lot<BR/>the true direction is Up, (but I need a guard) .....yanbibiyanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11981988288342513238noreply@blogger.com