When it rains,
You are more beautiful.
You bend like a willow
Over the shadows
With your breasts as full
As the moon.
When it snows,
You freeze like a statue
By the window
With your eyes as calm
As the snow.
But last time you came
With a sodden schedule
And you bent like a willow
Over a suitcase.
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© Copyright: Егор Лановенко, 2009
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