Letters to Love. Long poem.

dedicated to Morena Baccarin

I'm living in the letter's marks...
My voice mid signs sing, chant and tutor
But in the life... be silent, still!
Do not spend time was, is and will
In twaddle-babble! In the dark
The shade is lighter but won't beauter;
A vagrant with great ancient yarn
For spiteful misers as a looter.
Less heavy clouds, because lightsuitor,
My sky! Or rain falls under ark.
Has my words sacred aim? It's super!
If not to mute! Let-off! To hark!
I fly in legends as white hooper?
No as white crow, eye till and till...

Nemoybereg. 2003th year.

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