Poems from oliver.klauss.3
Lord, what's the price of naivety todayThat one painted with the soul, not the brushWriters never lie,they have already read all the lines...
Always listen to the voice of love, they used to tell each otherThe lovers so numbed on the frozen ,solitary benchesTo drown in the life...
Soon we'll be seeing each other again my friend ,with every touch you'll come nearBraided tears in a lump of clay .Please be patient,...