There are three pencils in my pocket,
There is a rainbow in the sky,
There are blue clouds inside my spirit
And your reflection - in my mind.
I'll water all sheets in my notebook
By colored letters from your heart,
You think I'm crazy in my childhood,
But it's the way where I'm alive.
Pencils
© Copyright: Полночь Пять Девять, 2011
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