You never know
To see, to touch, to feel
The cold but sweet ice-cream,
And fight for it I will.
You miss the only night
When heart begin to sing,
And in the heavens light
You kiss the hand of spring.
The time is disappeared,
And in her magic eyes
You see it all so clear,
So close to recognize.
“O, God!”-says voice inside,
“I’ll give the whole world
For love, that brings me light
And never make me cold”.
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The right idea! The right thought!
Земфира Зиннурова 10.03.2007 17:31 Заявить о нарушении