24 November 2012
Violets are red,
Roses are blue,
I am not me,
And you are not you,
Lemons aren't sour,
Sugar's not sweet,
And butchers sell flowers,
Instead of their meat,
Clouds are not floating,
The fog isn't white,
In midst of our dreaming,
Comes frozen twilight.
Twilight • Opuss № I