Long nights, strange days
I'm thinking of you.
Your smile, your grace
Make me mad a few
And I still chase...
In these green eyes
I'm sinking, swimming
To paradise,
She is from women
Who never dies...
Sea angel with the sky
In her soft palms
Make me fly so high
And keeping calm.
She doesn't let me die...
FTH
18.12.2014
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=544706
Рубрика: Лірика
дата надходження 18.12.2014
автор: Микита Баян