By as a bee. Poetry. Catherine Zueva

      I set a got.

      My trays so blind. A never dark

      I watch be as a watches me stars.

      I’d like my billing say

      Stars at new

      So watches a day

      And never stars as the You.

      At Day

      At Day I promise like at night

      I sorry this one not my light.

      I going dark about that

      To billing is hot.

      And news to billing that about

      I’m clear, I’m some out.

      My Rise I shooting be to link

      And straight my promise be so blind?

      I ask a never Moon as like.

      My stories Is too strike.

      I fear so blind My little hot

      And never stars as the You. The What?

      My never dark

      My is never darkness at the star.

      I’d like so fear, The Star is so far.

      The link I promise stars at new

      My ferries blue.

      To strike my promise nightly light.

      I’m waiting a day. So is me wait.

      I’d like my fear so is trough at all

      I’d like my Soul isn’t like as a boll.

      Straight stars at means its never fly to me.

      I Wouldn’t Its fries.

      I’d like my starts to promise You.