I think of Patrick’s Day,
And Market Place,
A beam across my way
Infesting space.
I see a little shop
Where crystals shine
I catch a tear’s drop
And it is mine.
Lovely flowers
In crystal frames,
Spirit my hours
Your joyful flames.
Little gentle rose
Without thorns
In crystal groves
I see amongst.
Crystal bouquet,
Crystal life...
You can look at
My crystal love
Roving lonely
So far apart,
You will journey
Through my crystal heart.
May 13, 1998
Crystal Love
© Copyright: Сергей Трусенков, 2009
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