A Blind Sleeping At The Moment

Let's go into the city - housekeeping - Furniture
Preparing for the evening was keen to return to lonely hunter
They wake up in clashes fanatical fire from verified maps

Let's fly ash when burned wreckage burned the city in the old way

I was so impressed with his gust Dancing
The fall of the city burning hatred and sin on fishhook

Law of the long breath inside the house - the doors
I called the water from poverty history - the moon light
The color of the sun to beat each other at all.

poem by by unknown author
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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