А bit of mercury on shiny golden glass
With ease of elegance and sparkling little pieces.
He gave his hand to walk me through the path
By covering my wrist with warmth and kisses.
His passionate and kind words to trust,
Emotions fullfilled with scent of roses.
The scales of stars have only weak contrast
Of saddened life and hidden deepest bruises.
Sweet melody from song of nightingale
Inside the ever-blooming flower garden
Awakening my soul that wants to sail
With tenderness and sudden lights of hearten.
A bit of mercury on shiny glass...
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