четверг, 8 марта 2012 г.

Rubbish in my mind.


"Full moon"
Who ate my mood?
The moon is fooled
And round like a pancake
It's gilding on the night lake.

It seems so strong
But cracked inside.
The full moon's sad
They had wrong side.

Who ate my mood?
It was on a plate,
How tasty piece of yellow moon
On the nightmare's spoon late! 
by me

by me