I roar past
I ride fast
I rush past like a blast
I am leaving dust behind me.
I'm a rain
I'm a strain
I'm barrageing away
I am never neing silent.
I'm sucking the power,
It's, as solid as my towers
I am breathing te cars like that
Riding through the New Arbat.
YOU ARE READING
Bakhcisaray Palace
PoetryMy poetry from different cities and different ages. Just looking in the mirror helps you see who you are now. Not bones and flesh, not skin and hair - much more: the whole world encompassed in a body...
