November day
Тане Жинжиной.
it was a grey November frozen day.
I was going along the street.
I was going from nowhere and far away.
she was there bright and nice.
she was like a cherry on the cream,
she looked like a blood on the ice.
she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.
Street lamps were lighted with her eyes.
grey buildings were coloured with her smile.
I had seen such miracle never once.
her hair looked like a burning torch.
her lips looked like a sweet red wine.
she was like Madonna in the church.
she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.
I was standing on the lane
when she moved across the street.
I had never met that girl again.
she stayed in my heart as a fancy beat.
she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.
(November 2015)
it was a grey November frozen day.
I was going along the street.
I was going from nowhere and far away.
she was there bright and nice.
she was like a cherry on the cream,
she looked like a blood on the ice.
she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.
Street lamps were lighted with her eyes.
grey buildings were coloured with her smile.
I had seen such miracle never once.
her hair looked like a burning torch.
her lips looked like a sweet red wine.
she was like Madonna in the church.
she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.
I was standing on the lane
when she moved across the street.
I had never met that girl again.
she stayed in my heart as a fancy beat.
she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.
(November 2015)
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