Minutes make the hours,
Hours make my days.
Missing much than others,
I try to find my ways.
I try to solve the problems
Myself which may be made.
We all try to make complex,
But sometimes this I hate.
I just need two-week holiday
To meet all dear friends.
To finish things which I may,
My dreams must make a sense.
Dreaming
© Copyright: Астория Коллинс, 2011
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