The girl that lives among my dreams,
With misty eyes and slender knees.
When blows west the evening breeze
I’ll meet you by the shady trees.
They teach that love is so and such,
They publish articles galore.
My knees the sleepy ground touch.
The heart is beating to adore.
The rays embrace the weary grass.
Your eyes – the ice of arctic fire,
The only truth that I possess,
The truth to worship and admire.
They teach of morals and of rights,
Of should and shouldn’t, being equal.
Of love – so colorless and trite,
To business pacts a worthy sequel.
The girl that lives among my dreams,
To their voice is numb my ear.
I’ll meet you by the shady trees.
Step off these lines, no cause to fear…
June 29 '04
The girl that lives among my dreams
© Copyright: Маленький Принц, 2004
Свидетельство о публикации №104070100482
Свидетельство о публикации №104070100482
Рецензии
На это произведение написано 5 рецензий, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.