Chain | A Poem by Norbert Tasev

Must remain within the sought in the right. Turning to ourself must learn to believe and hope: People deliberately forbade the sufferings of the secrets of cyber crooks toward the souls who are still pend�lhetnek understanding. Not Isolated Adam and for costumes hair is just brushing over the years trophy, and nestled among the here and there, gray-fibers, feel a pounding in confidence among the beating of the heart! 

Gas was not invented in groping for ourself just wiggled � as the fragile do hedgehogs stop hibernating, fungi extended kalapjai, nutritious insect arthropod delicacies nightly! All the teeth! As asphalt concluded he caught up into heaven, shafts like a swan foot-eagle�s velvets spike-peewits wailed, � We feel buckled up, we weighed, and under the weight of responsibilities in the eyelashes we stuck broom drapery, leap to emerge from the midst of the barbed-wire: Suppliant hands imploringly they cling to incredulously unrealized probabilities! 

 � Yourself faith in yourself or to breathe like existence as a natural feature of the crossing of biologies harmony � never too late to find again! To lose not free � must be within the in broken pottery � if you can again to build the last csatasorban, destruction of balls against the fierce, snarling with keeker go but not raised heads together with an ignorant with sheep-horde, but chaps, up to the limits of the law and the deliberate cowards! 

The large glass: Gastric mirror often � sometimes killed many our�s costume ruptures: Adam and we ourselves, � believe our born reconciled�s equal sign our bones clicking noise from the us, and tensioned: our soppy feebleness is helpless! We are there in silence, his tameless the ancient-nature will have no mercy for me now � fearful human pettifogs thorns range to we floundering � and the man finally, if well carried out 

The forgetfulness of his work not only terrestrial memory mercy on it but the constituent may also take place during the identity of hands�s charisma!