My flower’s on fire
You wanna destroy it…
My dear true lover
Don’t make me annoyed
You hands are too dirty
You face is too skinny
You’re loosing your truth,
Which’s used to be tinny.
You wanna attack
And you’re dreaming of beauty
The rooting effect,
Such a trivial sooting
And look, you’re freak
You are feeble old mower
So all you can do –
Is destroying my flower
to that one, who never could find me
© Copyright: Анемоне, 2006
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