And flowers grew,
And flowers grew.
They were filled with glowing pleasure.
Oh, there was something in the air...
So far, so far away...
And if I only simply knew,
And if I only simply knew.
This garden wasn't full, but you,
You made me feel like it was newly measured.
There were reflections in your eyes:
The glowing sparkles of the dreams,
Which came like bleeding Afroditas.
You came in with a pale sunrise
And stood like artwork to be missed,
But seconds later it would beat us
With frozen jealousy of time:
It kept a secret of a "veritas".
How old is history of circles?
They are repeated miles and miles,
They stand like soldiers of a fortress.
So, what is truth behind the lines?
And what is moment? Is it substance?
The catchall mind has no response,
But still is looking for the answers.
And so it goes, and so it goes...
Flowers grew those times
© Copyright: Настасья Климова, 2015
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