Stare.
Like a couple of eyes.
Like the slightest of dreams.
Like an ice.
And the truth never dies.
Never cries.
Never lies.
Blink.
And again and again.
Can you swallow the pain?
Can you pour down the rain?
Can you pour down the rain?
And the joey of the spring in that rain?
Shh...
Blue or grey?
Are you ever aware?
Never swear.
Eyes.
Cold blue ice on you face.
Can you stare back and face?
Stare
© Copyright: Игорь Лемперт, 2009
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