Dreamer.
Everyday on my way home,
I can see your window.
You always dream alone,
But why? I don't know.
I was afraid to knock on the door
Just to ask how things were,
And my great courage is no more.
Despite for my desperate endeavor.
Every morning on my way to school,
I can see your badroom,
Maybe I am still a fool,
But I envy you, your freedom.
And yet, I know your name
But we do not know each other, what a pity
And this will continue, but, by the way
After all, we can arrange a meeting.
Everytime, when i see your eyes,
I'm understand - you're dreamer.
For me it is no surprise,
Because, dreamers can bloom even winter.
Dreamer
© Copyright: Дарья Щербинина, 2011
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