Sense...
Sudden joy and meaningless fun,
Burst, when you look in her eyes,
Soar to heavens and sun.
The sun...
Its light, shining somewhere in,
When feelings are so intense,
The rain outside fresh and clean.
Outside...
People hurry in endless life line
Looking with envy at two,
Who don’t care about the time.
The time...
Moments are passing away,
But when you hold her in your arms,
You don’t differ minute and day.
Day...
Gray and without a name...
Phone is crying, but it doesn’t matter to you.
You don’t feel today is the same!
You don’t have alternative way,
You’d never loose such a chance
To touch...
The sense...
08.03.2000/14.10.2000
Sense
© Copyright: Котёнок, 2001
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