Morning dawn just take her fingers
On my shoulders, on my soul
Fiery hairs with feather feeling
Broke my sleepy hidden world.
Woke with wind from open window
i got up in gray sunrise
She dreams on her sweety pillow, -
Bird in light of paradise.
Weekday takes its rules on walking,
Banking, talking, internet
In this rush no time will broken
In this time will no sunset
In red sparkles smile & mind
Sun just darken when she's near.
When she near, i feel like lion
Beast, but under pretty seal.
Every evening, every moonlight
City stands me on night bet
Maybe later, may be sooner
i will catch you, Bird in red.
Morning dawn
© Copyright: Константин Червоный, 2002
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