Under the hottest sun
You burnt your hair,
Under the spring cold rain
Your skin turned dark,
And in the eyes is bitter pain-
With stretching cry
All your eyelashes are falling off
But don't be shy!
And never mind-
I like your shame
And ugly eyes
With admiration, which is vain
I'll kiss your toes-
Blue and white.
But all is vain!
Vain!Vain!
All nice impressions and delight
And silly public,
When you stare
Admire beauty of your eyes!
But it is false!
It's not for real
A clear ugliness-that's true
But if they'd see
Oh,will they dare
Be frends and mistresses for you?
clear ugliness
© Copyright: Осень в Глазах, 2007
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