By as a bee. Poetry

© Catherine Zueva, 2021

ISBN 978-5-4498-3981-7

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

A Stars Round

 
I’m read me book another got.
So dark It watches the Moon and What?
I’d like some vanishes so door
And darkness rise the Moon my floor.
I’d like, so dark about that
I set a got.
My trays so blind. A never dark
I watch be as a watches me stars.
I’d like my billing say
Stars at new
So watches a day
And never stars as Foe Thou.
 

At Day

 
At Day I promise like at night
I sorry this one not my light.
I going dark about that
To billing is hot.
And news to billing that about
I’m clear, I’m some out.
My Rise I shooting be to link
And straight my promise be so blind?
I ask a never Moon as like.
My stories Is too strike.
I fear so blind My little hot
And never stars as Thyself thy foe?