Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Page of my Dreambook

It is black
And the ink is white
The letters are small
And the text condensed
There is no meaning
Just dribbles
Of an old young fool

Drunk and disorderly
The page looks
It reeks of alcohol and smoke
But through the smoky veil
The dampened atmosphere
Deep in the soul’s cabaret
There my Dreams peacefully reside.


Hfaistiwnas said...

Πίσω από την κάπνα κάτι αχνοφαίνεται... όμορφο ε;

Covenant said...

Omorfo, asximo...Oneira...

Anonymous said...

Είχα το ίδιο που αναζητούν μέσω της ατομικής όπως ακριβώς με μια άλλη ιστοσελίδα.

Covenant said...

Sorry alla to exasa to sxolio...