At the silent of the eyes
At the spirit of the fire
I just tray to say that I
Almost loose myself and daying
At the questions of your breath
I Could feel the love of silence
Has that time Was made for me
Will your heart stop be Ice island?
At the Skin-touch of your soul
I could recognize your poem
I could let you run and go
To the dream that you’ve been stolen
15.07.18
At the silent of the eyes
© Copyright: Александр Евгеньевич Радченко, 2022
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