Through thousands of miles
Through all times and the space
In search for a smile
For some kind of place
Where you're simply waiting
Where you're simply dreaming
While others are fading
While others are screaming
Your smile is the reason
For me to exist
Your hands must be freezing
They need to be kissed
Your hands,they're majestic
And gentle like breeze
Your hands,they're domestic
And so full of ease
I cannot stop thinking
Of you and your hands
I'm ready for sinking
And ready to strand
If they'll be my downfall
I guess that's my fate
As fast as a nightfall
I can't hesitate
I'll never forget you
Your wonderful hands
All things have beginnings
And all things have ends
10.12.2016
your hands
© Copyright: Поэзия Седого Мальчика, 2017
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