I'm looking around - a year has passed, The moment I seized is forever to last, The secrets of cherished November Still live in the imprints of soft fingertips You left on my key, in your eyes that eclipse The various colors of amber. The waters of changes surround my shore, The eyes of the suburbs see right to the core, Respond to my heart's aspiration. Eternity lingers in love's every breath, And it is my place from November till death, My shelter, my sweet isolation. It's plain and it's simple - I have understood That I will keep writing this story for good And send you mysterious letters. Discover the worlds that my verses create For you to unravel and investigate, Just keep them, and nothing else matters. Part One is available here: http://aprilavalon.ucoz.ru/Website/2011.htm#Changes
