The motionless rain
Stiffened my heart with cold.
I start loving my pain
It covers me with gold.
I’ve got completely wet:
My skin, my eyes, my soul.
I heard the lightning said,
‘It is your own fault!’
The rain and tears mixed
I feel the sourness
My heart is gently filled
With sinful motives.
I want to taste your lips,
To drink desire till the end.
I wish delete your six, six, six
They change the temple to the sand.
There is no me and you
We’ve joined into one;
We’ve grown the crimson clue
And nothing could be done.
11.04.07
The motionless rain...
© Copyright: Елена Сащенко, 2008
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