I smile at you a smile of grease,
Getting fat on the Christmas fast.
And to happiness squeeze you ears
My spiritual growth alouds.
I'll write you in the early morn
By the ruler into a coal.
A glyph stubbornly will be drawn,
So that dream will not come to nought,
But forever would stay with me!
As in poems you will be.
And you'll cover your eyes in bliss,
Melting down to cecity.
You will drown and will turn back,
Frreezze a moment - and then - to breathe,
And with me again will wake up
You - my grace and felicity!
I smile
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2017
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