Dearest,
summer is coming,
birds are going to sing -
till the sunrise
we have some time
and so much to do together.
Whatever
tomorrow will bring -
if till the dawn with me you stay,
do I need to think,
what does waiting for me
beside you:
a moony mist, a falling snow,
a springtime play -
if in your eyes
the light of heaven I see.
my August
© Copyright: Марина Яблоко, 2017
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