Look out of the windows,
Let your sky be blue
Like my eyes-widows,
And the sun shines at you.
Let wild wind blow,
And let be dark at night,
Let the skies snow,
And free gray light.
The angles are breaking,
Your head in the snow,
And clouds are faking
My blue-eyes's glow.
Don't open the door
To find the blue,
And blood on the floor
As icy as you...
dead
© Copyright: Татьяна Уткина, 2006
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