It seems I fall in love with everybody,
But truly saying,there’s no one, nobody,
Except a girl named princess with blue light,
A wave that come to deep and write.
I see a garden full of greenish apples,
A fresh desire.I don’t have go to Naples
Or somewhere where is Paradise in lure,
But you will not listen to me for sure.
I cross the street and see a sheet of paper,
Nice autumn’s leaves lie near a taper,
July and September,November.December,
A drop of waters falling down.I remember.
Your golden ,blondish hair like a rhyme,
With its waves that is worth to stop a time,
I know,you hide yourself in depth ,in night,
You pretend ,but inside it’s another flight.
Another flight
© Copyright: Александр Ковердун, 2017
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