My prejudices
Just a little, just a few…
Sometimes tender, sometimes strong,
Sick and tired all along…
Look at you, but can’t seeing love
Where are you, my sweet dove?
Where are and when you bring
Happiness for me on wing?
July, 06, Spb
Фото: Гузель Шарипова.
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