citizen ana tajt
93-09 ap W .0901
didi, go with the song
leave me sad,
again I'll associate with farewell of days;
to the valleys of heart I'll tell that you’re leaving,
-in ghosts of force of sleepy Balkan +
I heard you for the first time,
and there I will go;
to get nothing would be too much,
but to hope for everything,
to give all for all.
Her I in others she built firmly
in herself she was only begining-
youngest sister, age 17;
and rain flared lake of gasoline
or it’s just cobwebs burning.
I yearn for perfect people,
Unfortunately- there is one such
-river which grows you up
nevertheless, the rain.
she is pale