Snowflakes fallin' from the sky
Make me dreamy blue.
Snow like gentle lullaby
Does remind of you.
It does remind of sacred love
You have denied today.
Now you look at me from above
So be that as it may.
I'm standing. Looking at the snow.
November now it is.
I am a lonely loving soul.
So be that as it is.
Thoughts about her while snowfall
© Copyright: Максим Тараненко, 2011
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