Verses have freshness of summer evening,
But pain and sorrow of dying sun…
To learn putting rhymes on our feelings,
We must tear thorns through our hearts…
And sometimes I’m wondering, how eerie
Just think about it, tell me why
My heart is burning for him this evening,
When his smile is for the other one…
Февраль 2006
Rhymes and thorns
© Copyright: Ирина-Флоренс Савченко, 2009
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