Blue delicate bird
Flying, shy, past
And he does not knock at me in the window, -
I do not want to be loved again.
Well then! I will not cry!
I will put a bright blue I eyelids
And stupid thoughts of attack
Blocked purely as a woman:
Manicure and beautiful hair,
And the gait, what you need, a cat's.
On an empty on the oncoming lane
Gazanu! Let anyone who wants - be giggles.
And when the window or door
My blue bird will fly,
Her meeting with love and faith.
And before the ringing song zealous
Rumor I will, although there will be a titmouse.
©: EL Sokolova, 06.09.17