When dropping water made the flowers smell
I felt the autumn inspiration coming.
Between two points: Paradise and Hell
I met your eyes and met your smile, honey.
I took your hands for never be apart
You sing for me, I helplessly adore,
Drink tea for two and hear my foolish heart,
We cannot guess what’s waiting at the door.
There’s such a pleasure not to guess a dream
We live at present, let’s enjoy the night,
And cheek to cheek we catch a moonlight beam,
We’re like two flowers, violet and white.
When dropping water made the flowers smell
© Copyright: Вика Егорова, 2009
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