You gently warm, charm and allure,
In dropping tinsel scalding ray still shivers.
My fluent sweeps slide by the fringe
Of your bewitching smoky eyes,
You're spying and it's simple to dissolve,
But air is so intractable and viscid.
So only feathers of the words
Drop from eyelashes out of place..
Killing sight
© Copyright: Ольга Бестужева, 2011
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