Sweet Mother Doux

Sweet Mother Doux
Can you read my mind?

Did you know me all the time a little while?

Permission of the sky and a little persecution of the little starwe do follow on the Line of the silence of the hardroveof the golden lamb of the misfortunate golden and silver ribbons of my generation of course we can silent watch the inner television of other's mind and we are all right of course we might a little oversinging little might.

Ten years of decade and we were unsixteen and we were no alumni to the Law of the Mr.general snow and wintercold.

Can you sew a little black dress to me;i could give him a warm glover of the oceanshoreon mine stripe of overglooming of the rooming monster of my detesting fate.

Where are you going thise night of eventhood and a little martyrdoom of my hold of service that the room of silenthood on my ship of sail over the land and the sea we are ready yo to land our new friend of the Mother-Island.

We can be braken to the Law of the Satan we can be alumna.

What kind of person were you when you have got died?What person were you,had you been worth to life to live your own maledicted life?Were you worth to life when you have got died?

Short is my tale,short is your cafefor the ships of the evil mind.

Flower is my blossom,power is my lossom,flower is my belovee,think about the history of my pain.

Cars,paint,rasting,doors,windows,pi  cture of my life.

What is love,do you think?Is it good,is it fine,is it relationship,is it love what is a lie?

Love is a shine,love is a shading shine of my eveningtide.

If the Sun vanishes on the Horizont,the death expires to be we do not want the whole thing to be.


© 6 years ago, Legeza Gyula Gergely