The fire's burning on my scarlet lips,
The night is screaming in your ocean eyes.
I know the story has just started trip -
The endless trip through deserts to the stars.
Don't cry! My lips will touch your tender magic soul
To drink your pain till last so bitter drop.
My heart keeps saying: "Stay!", but I'm telling: "Go!"
But every dawn will be another hope.
And will I ever feel how warm it's in your arms?
And watching how you're sleeping will I ever smile?
And will the bless come down from the skies?
And will you ever say: "I'm happy that you're mine!"
22.12.2006
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© Copyright: Марина Сураева, 2007
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