It is not winter to survive,
It's one of summer nights,
I'm standing by the trees alive,
They are like sleeping knights.
Remembering that endless time
When everything was fine,
I hope it wasn't such a crime
To meet new day with wine.
The time was precious, it is true,
Those bon-fires, magic lights,
Made us feel better, really blue
And gave us more than might.
We got warmth, happiness and dreams,
As if we've learnt to fly,
The summer took us in its stream,
Incredible July.
26 мая 2005 г.
It is not winter to survive...
© Copyright: Молодой Гипнос, 2012
Свидетельство о публикации №112012401548
Свидетельство о публикации №112012401548
Рецензии