When I grow old
becoming southern
wind
And you grow old
becoming snow-white
cloud
I'll come for you
to brighten up your
loneliness
To warm you up
embracing gently
because you're cold
in the sky alone
And when you admit
how tired you've been
of the heaven routine
I will take you away
to the wonderful land
of a thousand rainbows
Very sweet Igor. I really enjoy reading your poetry. It lifts me up at the end of the day.
Wow, you outdid yourself with this one. Read mine - O Dearest Love - Adeline
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Where is it this wonderful land, Igor? Is it situated anywhere on the Earth? ... С уважением,