I see the worn jeans,
All the same fragrance,
The things for me make sense-
You came to me, it means.
I peer into the sky,
But see only emptiness. Why?
I peer at the horizon
And search only one reason
For life,
For hope,
For a happy end another opera soap
And walks on a blade of knife.
We were born under lucky star
And our meeting is not so far.
I hold in my hands your teddy bear
And think: «What will be the weather?»
(предполагалась, как песня)
For one guy
© Copyright: Вероника Грейган, 2012
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