Your hands, your eyes, your voice...
You know my feelings, it's true.
You are a wonderful artist with rules,
Who dreams in a precious lawn.
Your beautiful eyes are colder
Than all horrible icebergs in oceans.
Your hands are stronger than wind
That can kill every living thing.
Your voice is a treasure of the world
In the entire world when you live.
And my heart is soft but cold,
And it dies every time I hear you, me Reed.
2/04/05
My Artist
© Copyright: Зинаида Райх, 2014
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