Unfinished yet...

 On a piece of simple paper
 Will be born the loved face...
 One line softer, one point sharper,
 Sleepless pencil save your grace.

 Both the Devil and the Angel,
 My salvation, my escape....
 My inspiring, tender danger...
 Slow and shy, my dream takes shape...


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Your Poetry's a tender violin ranger.
I'm charmed with the beautiful stranger.

Андрей Никаноров   22.12.2008 12:21     Заявить о нарушении