This subtle melancholy

< Felix Komarov



This subtle longing
Beats vein at his temple
How easy her hand
On century.
Flourished in the sky light
Disappearing haze
years Defeats and victories
None.
Only bitter honey
losses And the sky is set way
And breathing life
poison Glad.
Only joy and love
I repeat again and again
And at the heart if the seam
Call.
Someone who cuts the sewing
It rises from the ashes Day
In the world of the opposite
Code.

Unsolved passion Do not take off and not fall
And prepares the sky tackle
Relish!
Flutter
catch Those who sailed to the call as I
It appears so again
Love!