There is white snow
There is blu sky.
There is your elbow,
And there is sunrise.
Was it occasion,
That we spent that night,
Wich was full of passion,
But was it right?
Hadn`t we done a mistake?
Or was it earthquake?
I needn`t do that
That everybody will forget.
I won`t forget your green eyes
I won`t forget such wonderfull sky
Will you forget that night,
My dear Knight?
Last night
© Copyright: Анюта Корчагина, 2012
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