I am hurt...

 

Laugh at my attempts to sing
Alone the telephone when I ring
To whisper joyfully in your ear
My tender words for you to hear:
“I keep saving in my heart
Each your smile…ah, you are smart,
Try be fair, take my pain away!
I am hurt in this sunless day…”


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The sun will come to You again...
And it is main...It will be main...

My best wishes to You Gavriil

Гавриил Иваниченко   13.06.2007 19:29     Заявить о нарушении
Each poet in himself is like a little sun
When he is not hurt, what he really sung?

Friend Gavriil, Thanks a lot!

XXX

Аланкая   16.06.2007 17:31   Заявить о нарушении