We had this dream so shortly yet,
And what will bring the future morning?
The tears and smiles all we had,
Oh, all is kept in my heart burning.
It is so weak like flowers' blossom,
It is so strong like winds of North,
And being sweet, and, oh, so awesome,
In soul of mine's only the worth.
The day fades out, the night coming
Will gift the dreams of wonderworlds,
Will make fancy's shadows shining,
Being more rich than thousands golds.
@ 2008-02-01
We had this dream so shortly yet...
© Copyright: Евгений Масленников, 2009
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