Between of us it silence to be broken,
Between of us the wall to be a jump.
Between of us infinity unspoken,
Between of us the years, that wasn’t stamp.
Beside of us the time, within a fingers,
Beside of us these things, that we want so.
Beside of us the moments, we want lingers,
Beside of us it nothing let us know.
Inside of me like mirrors inspiration,
Inside of you has narrow string of plate.
Between of us the silent invitation,
Beside of us not those, but we still wait.
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© Copyright: Илья Кошелев, 2009
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