And death will kiss my lips
Анна Арт
On black white laid
Nude and pure as child.
It was small, it was late,
As birds in autumn fly.
So heart knocks as last time,
As beam last it seems.
For me was closed the prime
And death will kiss my lips.
© Copyright:
Анна Арт
, 2004
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