I miss you...
Like a dew in the morning
Longs for wonderful night
On a tremulous leaf,
While the passionate sun
Is aggressively burning
All my soul like a dew,
All the story in brief,
I miss you ...
Ladybug on my finger
Will fly up in the sky
With my love on her wings,
Yet if summer is far
And November was weepy
I still live in a dream
And my skin feels the breeze,
I miss you...
Girl that lived in my body,
And has carelessly left it
Without regret,
Girl that never has loved
And was bravely laughing
To collectors of hearts,
And such kind of a theft.
i miss you...
© Copyright: Джемма Яшина, 2014
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