Foxy eyes

Foxy eyes reflect horizons
When there are only material values,
And the word filled with poison
It is my only toy
Which I employ.

The challenge is not prepared
To face the challengers.
Only the scavengers
Will get their profit
When the beat
Will be drowned by silence.

Their prices are too low
To accept the fact
That the foxy eyes reflect
You and your own bag.

Every step that you make makes you closer
To the place which is far away from home
Into the night with no fear
Into the light which is clear
Into the fight with your fever
Into the wild and up to the only window.

go. 2010

Дима Афонин

Дима Афонин

Маркетирую, пишу, фотографирую. Сделал outmarkting.ru, sameshirt.ru и ещё пару малоизвестных проектов.

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