It was a cold November,
It was a rainy day.
Why do I remember?
There began my sleepless way.
It was 10a.m.
There was blowing wind.
What a nice ma’am
In this world exist!
What a sensual lips,
What a dreamy glance!
Can such knees exist?
Wasn’t it illusion of that month?
She looked at me for a while,
It was very strange.
With her pretty smile
My life has begun to change.
***
Time had passed fast,
But you’re here, my shine.
That autumn turned into the dust.
Our memories are the best wine.
It was a cold November,
It was a rainy day.
Yes, I had remembered
Our sincere play.
Cold November and warm memories
© Copyright: Хелен Фортуна, 2015
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