....and how should I forget you now?
My soul is standing on the verge,
Love\'s labelled poison and I bow ,to drink, enjoy the scrumtuous taste.
Such a bewildering poison I
Have never drunk since I\'m alive.
Such pure sorrow and сompliance,
Such thirsty passion that it hurts,
Such screaming that I hear in silence ,
Such bright and shining light around,
Such starry nights wrapped in the sounds,
Infinity in just one day...
Out of my thoughts it could\'ve been a novel,
How people love in the dead end.
All poems like the flowers thrown
Under your feet on the dry land...