Blood to wash summer lightings
Flowers and smiles to you
The dark sky killed by writers
Or simply to tell \" I love you! \"
Maybe in present north ocean
Fires of bridges and roads,
Maybe the coast in blue roses,
Or gentle words \" youre the most! \"
Slowly in dreams I have died
Tears swallowing I shout!
That Im a river which smilin
When I feel a pain of your boat...
But you wont be readin my letter
And my current wont be smiled,
I shall cry, that youre better!
But you will answer, that tears will dry
