Dead December. No breath... Not any word is said. Caress... Today you seem too sad. Look out... The dark is somewhere here, No shout... It came to freeze your fear. Life burns... But now the time is dead, Returns... This snow is made of lead.
Новые книги авторов СИ, вышедшие из печати: О.Болдырева "Крадуш. Чужие души" М.Николаев "Вторжение на Землю"