Eggs
Fish took a waterfall bottomless abyss.
Well, that fish are silent - is horrible would be the volume.
Hover in the air fins, shiny back.
And whirling flakes, and golden eggs.
But I can change the course of events,
It's also one of my stories.
You can fill the bottomless pit
Affectionate, warm, tropical sea.
Cats are very loved fish, too, jumped into the abyss
Balance the legs, but is unlikely to help them agility.
Hover in the air, ears, tails, striped back,
And whirling bits and a gun, cat hairs.
But I can in my imagination
Rewrite, whatever all the chapters.
And land, slow down,
Cats in the woods on the soft grass.
I fall in the oppressive darkness of night blind,
In a cruel world, where everything is not so deep into disappointments.
And give birth to trap the mind, as if I do not know
That invented the abyss itself, and behaved towards the edge.
After all, it just that I like -
Live in a world of terrible or beautiful.
Amount of effort needed one and the same
To be miserable or be happy.
Only deal that I like -
Live in a world of terrible or beautiful.
Amount of effort needed one and the same
To be miserable or be happy
