To Laurence
Green sharp blades of the spring fresh grass,
Clear blue water & the moon` s pale glow –
All these hidden in your hazel eyes.
I can walk more than thousand miles,
Just to know you are fine and safe,
Just to say I would never lie,
Never loose you in starry space.
Autumn` s whisper disturbs my sleep,
I can hear what he says so clear…
Let me come in your sweetest dream,
Let me come and then – disappear.
18.09.2008
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