It's a great pleasure to write one young poet poem for you. To express, words to you to unfold, one's feelings for you to reveal, thinks to you. .................................... I'm fascinated, a little bit frustrated, in a poem which, like a present. comes in one night without moon where I was watching from a window the mountain top… thinking about you!
Confidential Game 2
Furkani has style But his style is stolen! Furkani changes style But they still steal it! Furkani is left with no style, Now he needs to create a new style! And creates a superstyle; Surprisingly they steal it again!
I made my lie for the road And I told it, Fly like a wind! It left in the morning, And when it returned in the evening, What to see? It was growing, it was swollen And perverted So I did not recognize it!
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