2 am the angel has come
Shiny and white.
He wanted to run
But he stayed that night.
The room was grass green
Like absinthe in the jar.
I lost my nature screen
And went so far so far…
We flew all night in dream.
We saw the strangest place.
I felt his breathe on skin
And could imagine face.
His eyes and lips are here.
He can not be with me.
I have in soul one fear
That I’ll not be free.
2 am the angel comes
© Copyright: Катерина Кир, 2007
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