fancy walks

To the mind
we want
his cross
unleash us
if the
soul
bloody lines
of another
of longing
and desire
after him
it writes

The course
the ride
on high
See the
we do not
selected
lonely
burned
Wave

Meanwhile, the
lover
on his
continues its
fancy walks
far away without
the impertinence
the strange one
zealot too
End plans