Its magic's gone, the roses faded,
These words were always there to stay, –
I close my eyes, the mirror's trembling,
I see no rhyme to find this scent.
I found my wings, my only silence,
The green of fields, horizon's end, –
This song I played to find your sunrise
To see this melody and grace.
7, August
2016
Your
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2016
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