Paint my face again, it is not so dark.
Paint my way and nights with these goldy Ieaves.
Many years ago wind like puppy barked,
Be alive. I know, sky for loving gives.
Paint me in the star- light is more then death.
Paint my fire- lips, which are so young.
I will touch your heart, I will touch your breath,
I don't want that day, where darkness-punk...
Paint my mind - in coffee, soul- in love and blood,
Paint my night in colour, where's sleeping spring.
Be my pulse- as hot as it was childhood.
Be my only true, and my only think.
15.12.2014.
Paint my face again...
© Copyright: Верок Ильюткина, 2015
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