Tired and then calm, as baby.
I am a cruel snake, maybe.
Voluptuousness and silence.
It will be for me a cool science.
You are not the boy and not the girl.
You- a phantom, which has come in dream to me, unfortunately.
I realise you from the hands on will, fortunately.
I let in you the Cupid s arrow.
Your heart became narrow.
Whistle to me the last word.
You choke with poor love and more will
not see never the given world.
Snake
© Copyright: Нина Иоффе, 2014
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