I’m waking up my life.
I’m knocking winter’s door –
There’re so many rooms
And so much time for walking.
I’ve got my twenty-five
And let the show goes
On, let my flowers bloom
And then the stones will talking.
And then from all
Our thoughts and dreams
Will start the world
Which never seems.
And someone who believe in
Then loudly shout “THAT’S LIVING!”
first snow s sonnet
© Copyright: Андрей Харчевников, 2005
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