Just say,
My day,
You are so plain.
Birds singing
Flying birds.
I dare,
Obey,
I didn’t claim,
I’m happy
With your words.
That you will ask,
That you will do
The happiest mirage.
Of love I do,
Of love I serve,
The love that flying through.
Touch of love
© Copyright: Виталия Пак, 2011
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