Bard doesn't have to his art competition:
On a street or in fate - it is safe.
And when he sends to world his petition,
He deplores not you - but himself.
Stretching his fragile arms to the heaven,
Slow killing himself all life through,
He implores to be just forgiven:
Asks about himself, but not - you.
But when he does approach the limit,
Wednesday, August 20, 2014