Kiss my tears of different dreams.
So gentle and yet so soft
Kiss my lips let in other dreams
You are mine, may be not.
In this joke of loving love
So harsh and yet pure
i am flying like virgin dove
So happy and so sure
Oh, temtation of immortal soul
Strike me off this foolish life
My confession of my morning stroll
Be like rock inside my mind
Kiss my tears
© Copyright: Антонина Тесленко, 2002
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