Читать книгу By as a bee. Poetry - Catherine Zueva - Страница 3

At Day I promise like at night

I sorry this one not my light.

I going dark about that

To billing is hot.

And news to billing that about

I’m clear, I’m some out.

My Rise I shooting be to link

And straight my promise be so blind?

I ask a never Moon as like.

My stories Is too strike.

I fear so blind My little hot

And never stars as Thyself thy foe?