Happy New Year. Dear
Sometimes it`s hard and fear
Still dreaming
Of you in a suburb and screaming
Me wonder will you let me in let
I will come and beg
In this evening beat
Do ya still wait?
I will come through gate
You`ve invited me when
When we were staring at each other gazed
At my haze
I will stare again stare
At ya window dear
Yes I have a fear
That down the stairs I would tear
For you I have a present
It`s one rose
In bunch of flowers
Lift`em to your nose
That`s for your in love to me growth
But ya don`t come still
In ya clothes “dressed to kill”
On my way I saw a squirell
Hard and rough to swallow.
NY
© Copyright: Евгений Станюкович, 2024
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