My dearly beloved eyes
My love to you is like blue sky
Where I love to fly so high
Without wings.
I know, I might die
Of falling down from the sky
Like a naive short-living butterfly
That lost her wings, - it flew so high.
So, wait! Don’t let me die.
Don’t close your eyes and I will fly
Like a naпve short-living butterfly.
Be careful!
December 22, 1997. New York.
To Suzy
© Copyright: Zarathustra, 2002
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