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Expensive trust than the one given here For a land expected as mere as a sphere. It's not about communism Nor even capitalism ;
By Francis L4 years ago in Poets
The hole hedged with people of the country Is delved to reveal secret of gentry ; Strangers have come with a task of sentry
On a sunny day, near a spring Timidly, just before dawn time Emerged a chick over the rime Leaving an eggshell, wondering
Let me see hairs on your hand Or your bone-idling right now ; There is a way to get snow From a mere single rock, and You won't believe it - I know !
On a fairy sketchy land A Bear have been attracted Over a hive bestowed tree Hir powerful paws patted Around the target to hand ;
Citizens of all the City Went to meet up for a big talk : "We'll now start our most hard mean walk To change pity into pretty."
For the first time ever, we might've joined space dwellers From the bottom of Earth, through mass medias, in live ; Hear the connection's noise, see Pesquet's face, its dive
Singular way to express hirself - here's the ground Single voice in the air, attention - it is found ; Nobody trusted into hir, hear - I love it
This is a small story along the pearl river mouth That started with a fast smooth hop in the vast deep south. We're in China, former colonial cities, big dreams.
In a country of great islands, Where often are seen many hands Happily walking when showing sadness, And where people couldn't build strong business ;
(That's not a picture of a nightingale, I didn't find any on Vocal) Alightening light under that red night And a song from that inconspicuous bird ;
Form over the world, whose I saw it has been whirled ; On my skyscraper I could dream for a longtime. But then, however,
