***

Call my name.
I'm here. The same.
And extinguish woundring flame.

Squeeze my hand.
We will be band.
All I want - my love to send.

Come with me,
We will be free.
Love blinds our memory.

You and I.
We both can fly.
But we aren't together. Why?


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I think 'memory' have to be here. And I like your poem.

Антон Фролов Антуан   02.09.2015 13:13     Заявить о нарушении
Oh,sure! You are quite right! Thank you so much.

Анастасия Верижникова   02.09.2015 13:18   Заявить о нарушении