smiles on their faces
and eyes with the sunlight
they're watching together
being flown on the skate
in the snow-covered yard
here shadows are playing
on the wall the wolf ghost
creeping out noiseless
and the opened cars
going slow by them sitting
and he putting in air
the small part of you
it is flying away
and the wish has been chosen
but the time doesn't stop
cold is coming near us
in the yard
© Copyright: Как Бы Мне Хотелось Быть Яном Ке, 2011
Свидетельство о публикации №111042905487
Свидетельство о публикации №111042905487
Рецензии