Forget of your tomorrow
Just looking at the past.
Don't think about sorrow
And what will be the next.
Each conor has a mystery,
Each cloud has its lightning.
The past is in the histiory,
Each ray will bring its shining.
Collect you all the splinters
Of happiness to puzzle.
Eternal windy winters...
And find the place to nuzzle...
Forget of tomorrow
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2014
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