the cold cities wrapped around my finger
strong winds, cruel winter
and all i ever dreamed of
is wonderful-fantastic spring
rime on eyelashes reminds me
the sun-filled landscapes
oh, it's just a memory, soft memory
at the end of finishing days
at the end of late night mixture
splinters of glass crystalized the picture
on the white ground of a plastic world
shuddering in frail realm of cold
flowers in gardens turns to limpid stones
even thoughts frozen in sleepy head
in dance snowflake falls on my hand
slowly melts and reminds me
the sun-filled landscapes
oh, it's just a memory, soft memory
at the end of finishing days
memory
© Copyright: Зорина Наталья, 2012
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