Cold ice - it's definitely you,
And I – it’s hot flame of the fire.
In different ways the steps will do,
In spite of trying and desire.
You like a storm in terrible cold weather,
And I – it’s hot sun in the sky.
But when you come for me it's only pleasure,
But when you go, I cannot freely fly.
We won’t be happy in the future, -
We weren’t happy in the past.
Release me please, because I’m captured
It’s all I want say at last.
àäðåñà: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=329860
Ðóáðèêà: ˳ðèêà
äàòà íàäõîäæåííÿ 12.04.2012
àâòîð: Olko