Dressed in silver scales
A little wierd.
Thinking girl,
Deceptioned.
When they lit up
They were kneeling her
Hurting her
Stars bait.
Her eyes a pair of hands
Her look frozen.
The sky digs sad
The dark fountain.
Stars freckles,
Green-blue,
Are waiting for her in the nest.
Maybe once.
Distance years light
To defeat the gravitations
To dust off the rust.
To comb among the stars
Dreams the hero
Spaces guillotine.
The milky way has turned
It's thorax tie
Was crying and wished
Gagarin a niece.
With his eyes
Green-blue,
Face in freckles
Like the sky in stars.
Papacy in its silver scales
Remains sentenced.
She vaccined from stars dust
In thoughts enchanted.
When they lit up
They were kneeling her
Hurting her
Stars bait.
Distance years light
To defeat the gravitations
To dust off the rust.
To comb among the stars
Dreams the hero
Spaces guillotine.
Distance years light
To defeat the gravitations
To dust off the rust.
To comb among the stars
Dreams the hero
Spaces guillotine.
Distance years light
To defeat the gravitations
To dust off the rust.
To comb among the stars
Dreams the hero
Spaces guillotine.