Lights of Evening

Sometime the days remind me nights I saw new coming of the lights Their shine makes stir it makes me call There is a song within my soul. Their light is tender for my palms The fire doesn't burn. It comes. It's sliding down with gold of birches And taking tears of skies. Oh, torches! Oh, dyes of evening, you are bright You're far away from people's sight. Sometime the nights remind me days I like when lights are fondling face.