Shining lilts and
Good old rhymes are
Full of charming sparkling fire.
Strange believing
Growing feeling,
Sweetheart, your hand I require.
At my sweet home
The third volume
Reads about destiny.
I will smile without believing
This was sooner a receiving,
Thought "I’ve lost it" was deceiving…
...Wish you come to me.
Shining lilts
© Copyright: Виталий Дружинин, 2008
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