She is on eighteen
Roads the same
Rocky ice melting
Hopeless to name
Maybe a fortune
Maybe a bitch
With her torture
Looking to teach
Turns into fortress
Ruins to dust
Sequence of portraits
Waving on gust
She needs a catcher
Basketball star
Who’s gonna getcha
Close or far?
Speaking off record
She can be nice
Another one second
Rolls as a dice
Reaching tomorrow
Fires your day
In warm glow
Draws the way
Life
© Copyright: Максим Савельев, 2007
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