Salley.
The flower grows in golden valley,
Besides red roses, blue tulips,
The speech was wrote only for Salley,
Who's owner of sweet, pinky lips.
Noone wil know where I met Salley,
Noone will know where I left her.
Exactly saying, I was helly,
That' s why I opened my heart's door.
Where is she now, my only moonlight,
I'm looking for you, the whole year round,
You are my soul, me eyes, my star bride,
Without you -I am desert ground.
My ocean breath, my heart rain's valley,
I promise all the love to give.
My northen star, my sweetheart Salley-
Forget and, if you can, forgive.
Salley
© Copyright: Яна Воронович, 2007
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