Declaration of the Love
He has problems with His datings
Wait for you, you have to come in,
When it's rainy, all drops're running.
Through the glass I see your name.
It's composed from drops-tears.
They are tense with pain and singing,
Violin by spring's so stringing
When I donot see, can't hear
You, your voice. I think you die.
Now cold is knocked in glass,
I don't see the colors'f grass.
I can't wait more! I'm so tired!
Can't believe you died.
We are so tied...
August, 25, 2008, Almaty
Tasiya Meierhold