She looks like a flash in lonely skies of crimson color,
Got married to the strongest thunder in the space,
She raised my pulse by burning darkest light,
That’s why right now heartbeat is speeding race,
I knew one thing that a miracle exists and overtakes my body,
Melts forever ice on heart and leave the pain inside.
It passes through; the picture will be drawn by chalk in white and bloody
There will be fire wounds and lights from drama hide...
Flash
© Copyright: Александр Беляев 9, 2018
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