Milf Diary

I did not once and not immediately realized
With prose and poetry is not for me.
Terzalas creativity.
Tried to be a poet.
Writer. His dream catch up.

But has not been able to ... and asphyxiated somewhere ...
among the work suetnyh weeks, travel,
hobbies. Released. His dream
at will. It is now free and easily.
In broad hovering clouds. Foolish and clean.

And I now free. Not a writer. Not poet.
I OBYKNOVENNY people.

Yet I did not once, not once realized
With me is not a dream away to the light.
My soul metalas day of days ...
It was visionary. Not me.

And because my dream alive ...
And nezabvenna ...
Fresh, pure and free and easy.