Sometimes you give us so much pale infection
That’s why some people lose their own direction.
And I don’t care whether I am up or down -
the sky’s away, and also is the ground.
Your rose is smelled by foreign angry lion
So I caress another dandelion.
I wish I drink the wine of white like yours
But only shades of us together will be crossed
My letter’s trying to get its right position
But you don’t let me. It’s an inquisition.
‘Cause everything is dancing all around you
Well, you’re pink and smiling so I am not blue
Sometimes you give us so much pale infection
© Copyright: Игорь Кленовый, 2006
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