please forgive me, please forgive.
I will never rich a star,
I will never grow to sky,
But i run to you from far.
i can't tell you any lies,
Take the last i have in hand.
Mind is full of butterflies,
take my dream that burns in head.
Bows of trees are full with snow,
dress of air - frost and blue.
Winter forest says "Hallo!
I'm so glad to meet!"
Me too.
Like a letter to a kite
Flakes of snow were dancing down
White wise firs - a proud sight,
Let me feel with them so fine!
Alien winter says "I love!"
She wants native be for me.
...Maybe .... now my pain will stuff,
My Kamchatka... Meet in Spring!
I want go home!
© Copyright: Куненок Мика, 2006
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