They come to me after my first creation,
Each one is the great sample of this formation,
It is bound to the deep sense of white line
Which shapes the masterpiece itself.
It comes with the slippage of the sorcery,
Where all the stories roil together
Then all the fairies come into heyday
Where all the fictions x-ray.
I can't remember the day of time
When I got this artificer's birth.
It bloomed in with just one glance
Where everything began to worth.
My first master was hazel-eyed
The second one turned into green
Then the chameleon slipped out
And cut his throat with glass-stick.
Angelina
Tateosyan
