Your Face...
Has made me freeze in front of you, -
The angel, fallen down from grace!
To melt like wax in light of eyes,
to burn
As little tree in firestorm!
Like true believer, justified by inquisition court..
Why? Tell me please!
You answered "No!" my crying soul effort!
Your Face...
Has made me rise the sun for you, -
The Siren born in ocean-waves!
To drink this bitter-sweet cocktail,
to fail!
Your eyes have trapped me in a jail!
Lunatic profit, I believed, was right.
But I was not.
Why? Tell me please!
You chose not me and stopped
my lonely, crying soul effort!
Your Face 19. 03. 08
© Copyright: Дмитрий Пиллов, 2012
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