You appeared like a miracle,
In the evening, under the Moon.
And you sent me mood, so lyrical,
That my heart started flying soon.
Oh, my miracle, you are my miracle,
You disappered, like a ghost.
I'm now searching you, so fool, and silly I -
I'll start to roam round the Earth.
I haven't found you yet, you, real treasure my,
My golden lady of my dreams.
I'm still in roaming, my work is casual -
But, I'll find thou, I belive.
16 сентября 2018 года
Раиса Филина(Миронова)
Miracle
© Copyright: Раиса Филина, 2018
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