All I here from you is music,
But I can’t explain,
Why the glance is so confusing,
Why you’re all my words refusing.
Deeper comes your pain.
All I leave for you are poems,
Always soft and sad,
Making some exciting points
Like the way with golden coins.
But you ain’t glad.
All we can adore is singing,
Lovers, keep the way,
Only two can guess the meaning,
Only two continue dreaming
Every sunny day.
All I here from you is music
© Copyright: Вика Егорова, 2006
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