Sun will raise sometimes for you, my dear
I will never leave ya, deepest lake
Morning light will be the clearest tear
You will be an absolutely disconnect
Drown in happiness, my sweetest china rose
And your sorrow will be on the oceans bottom
Till your sun, your beloved cosy verse
Won’t be hugging you just scattering on atoms
Never pinks on non-existent tomb
Be with warm of smiling philosophy
Golden hair must find their golden comb
Be with cosy coolness of the autemn
Dedicated to Ku.
Never Pinks On Non-Existent Tomb
© Copyright: Константин Бурков, 2005
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