I do not write errotic,
Smiling in my dream,
But I woke up today,
Lying on you, my friend,
Organically, fondly
Clearly in the size,
And somehow symbolic
Sprayed into you, inside.
This is simply my water,
It is clear as a tear -
In your interior, sister,
In my exterior. So.
Twenty seventh, the twelfth.
And the first magic dream.
No paparazzi in sleep.
Past, witness! Go away!
My quiet winter happiness.
Tender and gentle wires.
My dreams in someone's power,
I'm not afraid of judges.
Yellow and warm shadows,
Soft are the orange lights.
And then the brain through the canopy
Starts giving me advice ...
27. 12. 2017 English
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2017
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