You are a sunbeam, star, a little sparkling snowflake,
A merry spring, the song of nightingale,
The Queen of Hearts; and my heart you as well can take.
But, please, Your Majesty, don`t ask for any bail,
`cause it belongs to you `nd I`m all in your possession:
It`s up to you to choose – to hold me, or release.
This sweet imprisonment has turned into obsession;
And only one thing`s wrong: you aren`t a Japanese.
12|12|01
No. 5
© Copyright: Джордж Мэйсон, 2015
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