My October is just a dream,
Like your smile and our death.
I can hear my own scream,
I can do everything myself.
My October is a little son,
Maybe - snow in lovely night.
I am happy that I had won
Autumn, darkness in bloody fight.
My October in fairytales
Will be younger, than all my years.
And my feeling to you just fails,
I can't tell you, but - wanted, yes.
My October is snowy sky,
I can see it - but cannot you.
I just love, and I did not lie,
My October is nighty-blue.
06.11.2013
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My October
© Copyright: Верок Ильюткина, 2013
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