Tense To Depth Of Man Poem by noormees inimene
Tense To Depth Of Man
Water trips on my shoulder's and hand's are getting colder.
Eye's are staring into darkness with nothing on my target.
My step's are slow and today only my cigarette glows.
Passing house's on the streets searching my inner peace.
Small city sleeps and i roam around as a Black Sheep.
My whiskey and smokes, My only living folks.
Thank you, bye bye...Precious life.
Tonight i have wings to fly.
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