From your hands I drink the poison,
Like drink water from the well.
Only one from hundred voices
Ring in lonely heart, like bell.
Full of sorrow, but I smile,
When you are so close with me.
I am happy like a child,
And I feel myself so free.
Ever knows this simple senses,
In this world it named “the love“,
But sometimes in ever glances
You can see one word “enough“.
It named...
© Copyright: Василий Колесниченко, 2009
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