I like your pretty brown eyes
It sounds like spirit of the grass
I'd like to listen to advice
And simply smash the gas
But there smth in your ears
It is the forest and it hears
It hears my sweety little tears
It's just my crazy fears
that give me power
Of the reason
Of giving you some flower
Of winter season
It is iced with love
And it is so tough
To win your heart
But in my art
You will be painted...
Julia it is your name
But I'd like to call you rain ;)
4 Julia
© Copyright: Рузель Закиров, 2008
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