To be so curious
Into the morning dew.
Will see you next year,
Tomorrow.
To see your eyes
Of the forgotten blue,
Your lips indigo pale roses.
To touch...
Your heart in the believing
Dream, a day-dream eyes
Of loving, a nightmare scream
Of the courageous one
To have the notice growing.
To Be So Curious
© Copyright: Елена Анатольевна Ландина, 2019
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