Every time I see you in my dreams
When I kiss your sweet scarlet lips,
My silent soul begin to sing
The same strange soft song
About cold and dark raining world,
Where I suddenly came from
To breath clear air of freedom
And try to forget my scary home.
But my memory is alive,
And it never gives me a sigh,
That's why my life is a fight,
And I can't hide myself from my mind.
Little conversation with myself
© Copyright: Alexandr Nevinni, 2002
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