I see You...
My darling,
dont cry from inside!
Indigo and flame...
Achieving perfection
Gives chances to die
Near the screen of Your light.
I feel You...
My letters
are dancing tonight
To prove stimulation
Unspoken in passion.
I need You...
My teacher
to burn till alive.
Violaceous and silver...
This whisper to heaven
Is less than politeness
And up of just mind.
I love You...
So, when
stars become little knives
Were open like never...
For talking with pleasure.
Night from 24.02 till 25.02 of 2010 year
