let"s go throught centures of life
inspite of all ocean"s winds
pls open eyes and do not afraid
i will with u-your magic queen....
give me the hand and trust
i show u garden of my love
pls listen melody of heart
and u"ll get how to....
do u remember at the coner
dark coner at cow-house
when i being small girl
was crying about my father going away....
how bomb of pain broke my heart
and wolrd loose it"s colours
but now throught so many years
i found u..u are as father...
u allways give advices me
u care,ask how i am?
sometimes i am so happy
and try to be with u so mild!
your kisses,warm words give me the power
to live,to fright and to forget this pain..
pls be with me as father
i need your hands and kind view of eyes...
sometimes i feel myself as that small girl
in hopeness stretching out hands
to find understanding
u are my guide of life
and bullet to my imagines...
My father
© Copyright: Зингарелла Готлиб, 2008
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