we are cats. all of us.
in the world there's nothing colder.
we are cats made of ice.
so if you kiss a cat don't wonder
that the frost of its eyes
will be spreading in your heart beating
'cos all cats made of glass.
and they walk in the snow splitting.
'cos all cats fading. thus
there's no reason to be cynical.
but if you ever touch us
you will see how the coldness killing you.
22.11.06
we are cats
© Copyright: Евгения Сергеева, 2007
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