My heart is not broken,it's always with her,
It waits that sweet moment,when I became your.
As red page in book or as colourful pearls,
I'm sure,that she is not like the other girls.
She flies at the sky and talks with the birds,
She lives as a God,don't say to much words.
I stay behind her,but see only walls.
One in all world,she's not like the other girls.
No water,no wind in desert of hope.
Love as a stone:on back or in throat.
She is on it,in hand one black rose.
You must believe-she's not like the others girls.
Tears on face,an awful fault.
I want to give to you all my heart.
And in the time of mine last words
I will say:She...is not like the other girls.
She is not like the other girls
© Copyright: Гончаров Алексей 2, 2010
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