My prejudices

I have no time for you,
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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