Sitting here,its fabulous morning,
From my window the castle I see
Outside there s damaging horning
And a lonely yellow taxi.
I am standing and taking my coat
Air’s fresh and I dive into it,
With big steps I am crossing the road
Running thoughtless along the street.
People share with me their smile
Their honesty, passion and life,
Also cruelty,injuries,fire…
Every person has own sharp knife.
Hair tangled and hands re froze
Woolen scarf has warmed up my soul
Cup of mulled wine me left in a doze
Sky s ready for new winter fall.
See young artist is drawing something,
Pretty face and familiar lines..
‘Who she is?’-trembling softly I’m asking,
‘It is you’- he looks in my eyes.
Voila, here s mystery coming
Once again and day by day…
‘I don’t know you’ – I said to him lying,
And besides I had nothing to say…
A walk
© Copyright: Александра Санни, 2009
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