I still love you... Oh my God! How so?
It has been a hundred nights and as many days
as dreams are scattered in the corners
and split the sky into pieces.
And I love... On the borderline, the edge,
in spite of ourselves and the world,
as a baby, in the hands of love are,
not knowing where to put it...
Between us – miles of tears and words
and the walls of infinite silence,
but He still treads the path of my dreams
cold autumn nights.
Why my angel touch wing
not saved from this madness –
after a long journey of your life
love so – without the right to hope...
Flashed, will be cold days
which became twins,
He again burst in my sleep
and warm fingers and warm lips...
And how is It there? In the sky? On the edge?
I was not happy.
Do I never stop loving?!
Tell me, my wingless angel..