On the wall the clock is ticking
In declining weightless sleep
And your voice, singing about love to me...
This is real magic!!!
Snow flies as semolina,
In the night sky a crystal bell!
And your lips desirable
This is real magic!!!
And I tale all the more believable
Among the birches, foliage...
Because I owned your heart
This is...Real!..Magic!!!
© Copyright:Ekaterina Kraynova.
Real Magic
© Copyright: Екатерина Крайнова Поэт, 2017
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