I'm catching the blind,
You're touching your tie.
- Catch me crossing the sky!
- Never yours.
-Never mind.
I'm telling the truth,
Snake's avoiding your heart.
Soon we will be apart,
When the sun touches the roof.
Sunburn will turn into tan,
Words often turn into wind.
My taste's just pure mint,
You're still holding my hand.
I'm crossing the sky,
Keeping the snowdrops inside.
- I'll be back.
- I don't mind.
Only dim light and white lie.
Never mind
© Copyright: Александра Соколова-Апраксина, 2020
Свидетельство о публикации №120020600956
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