Blood to wash summer lightings
Flowers and smiles to you
The dark sky killed by writers
Or simply to tell \" I love you! \"
Maybe in present north ocean
Fires of bridges and roads,
Maybe the coast in blue roses,
Or gentle words \" you’re the most! \"
Slowly in dreams I have died
Tears swallowing I shout!
That I’m a river which smilin’
When I feel a pain of your boat...
But you won’t be readin’ my letter
And my current won’t be smiled,
I shall cry, that you’re better!
But you will answer, that tears will dry…
