UNDER THE WHISPER OF GOLDEN LEAVES
I remember your every breath by heart
Under the whisper of Golden leaves,
In the eyes of dumb question, dumb sadness
And without an answer, thousands of riddles.
Meets a new day silent dawn,
Leaving behind the bitter aftertaste of mint,
That, evidently, we lost the ticket
On the island of Happiness issued once.
A ray of sun fell on the palm of his hand.
A cold leaf clung to the window frame.
The rain weeps softly in the shade of the gardens,
That they were neither friends nor enemies.
Like a kiss in a drunken sunset,
Embrace the crowd and in the souls of the flame,
Touching hands, in a diamond Starfall
A melody born of hearts.
Surging cascade of crazy feelings,
The enticing warmth of a native look
And a sigh that I remember by heart
Under the whisper of Golden leaves.
02.01.20. (05: 50)
© Irina Stepashina Velez
Composer Valery Nimin: "Take my heart»
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