I am going to wait,
Until the first guiding star!
I have to be right,
In my intolerable heart’s war!
The Coldness is bar,
Of my heart and my dreams.
And the brightest rising star,
As reflection of my slip!
If you see, that I want…
If we can think just the same.
Then the Moon and the Sun
Will the sparks of our flame!
The Coldness of the rising star!
© Copyright: Дима Ершов, 2008
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