Today I fell and hurt my knee,
The moon has given me its hand
And now we're rambling through the streets,
I hear voices sweetly bland.
The stars are talking to each other
About spacemen and spacecrafts,
But all I want is you to gather
Me in your warm and endless arms.
You see the sun so gently weeping
And play your deeply sad guitar.
I write my poems on the ceiling
And listen to my guiding star.
The moon is talking with the morning.
You always turn your eyes away.
My twinkling stars and dreams are falling.
You know, I have so much to say.
I have so much to say
© Copyright: Дарья Утенкова, 2022
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