My heart began to speak
With flowers in winter,
I`ve never been so weak
Like a flash is the single sprinter,
To sear the lonely soul
You`ve never been delighted -
Be water, be my own
Be language of exciting.
Be language of exciting
© Copyright: Ирина Васильева-Сан, 2008
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