I’m looking at the sunset –
The beauty, that makes blind,
I’m looking through the window,
The window of my life:

The clouds as I’ve been always
Are lonely in the sky;
Their tears, called rain, make cry me...
I’m longing for the love.

Spring 2001

It's really splendid poem -
And as I fall asleep
I hear its sounds, and for 'em
Commit my nightly trip ...

With excuses for a clumsy manner,

Nicholas   19.12.2001 02:04     Заявить о нарушении