My Russian friend and I wrote this poem.
Night
Tonight, I will shower a few stars upon you.
Their gentle, calm light will illuminate
the darkest hours of our lives.
You can count them lying on October grass,
and know that I am one of the stars
burning bright in your life.
Day
When the sun roars on the earth's edge,
my desire will paint all the hues on you.
When tired sky weeps on the mountains,
my dreams will kiss your eyes aloud.
When muddy clouds veil our temptations,
flames and flowers will lay by your heart.
Night
Tonight, I will shower a few stars upon you.
Their gentle, calm light will illuminate
the darkest hours of our lives.
You can count them lying on October grass,
and know that I am one of the stars
burning bright in your life.
Day
When the sun roars on the earth's edge,
my desire will paint all the hues on you.
When tired sky weeps on the mountains,
my dreams will kiss your eyes aloud.
When muddy clouds veil our temptations,
flames and flowers will lay by your heart.
