Cold snow-white flakes,
Running to the Dark Distance.
Cold deep evening
In remembrance of the meeting with you…
Your lips are chill in warmth that I feel.
I couldn’t manage to touch them…still.
Your eyelids are pale
In celebration of Ancient Winter.
I see just snow through the window.
And there also wanders Death.
Only You are with me now,
Damping my ardor
Which has already been damped.
My Dead Princess in Dark Shadows,
I possess you every moment…
And this deep late hour
The World will reveal for us.
After Gluke Fuzz.
Dead Princess
© Copyright: Анастасия Карпова86, 2008
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