Sometimes we are so fragile,
like rainbows after the rain,
and voice of us is trembling
in hug of silent...
Shh... Oh, can you feel it?
Without the logic meanin'...
And falling into your eyes'es petal stars
will make precipitate fondly another little stranger,
no able yet to run,
but therefore
no crying...
Sometimes.
Or any time?
We meet this one, that some.
But why?
Someone you really cannot forget to...
No more exausted,
much job to do,
just really to be done...
I really don't know nothing.
The only thing i really guess in stars,
the petal' s hearts of roses.
They also want to be loved,
One point now less lonely.
One point...
One point
© Copyright: Руслан Лях, 2014
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