Sometimes at first you’re caught by one desire,
But afterwards you realize this one is wrong.
Because you’re burnt by inner fire
That caused by something you don’t know.
A little bit along the road you feel that smothered,
That smothered with her round-ocean holes.
These greeny lights are directly wend
The deepest corners, cause the waterfalls.
There is no sound of down-falling water
Her image’s burnt inside of me for sure.
I’ll always have a red-fire photo,
I wish I’d made her stay with glue!
But there’s no way to make this true.
She’s in a distant kingdom on the other land.
The king and kids won’t let her go for sure!
I’m doomed to read her words from my cursed land.
Cursed land
© Copyright: Александр Снитко 2, 2015
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