The world is ice cream,
If I scream,
My scream dies out in the middle of ice field.
The world is ice sphere.
Everywhere
In the Arctic circle, near the African weald.
The world is ice cream.
It’s not a dream.
Because of it mountains are
So sweet.
I’m gonna get so high,
But I’m so tired, I’m ready
To sleep.
I will stay in the snow,
All my brain will be slow,
I will stay and will never go
From here…
The world is a sea.
You and me,
Just come to me, you will see we are
Two drops.
The world is a small water ball
Because of it we don’t leave a trace
At all.
Your game will begin again,
But we are the same…
What of it?
I wanna be
Smiling always
Smiling always
I’ll be smiling to you.
Ice Cream
© Copyright: Василиса Никифорова, 2013
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