The smoke above the city of gray.
Faint light of a candle.
Write me something.
I beg you,do not be silent!
You left without saying goodbye.
Finally he said:-
"I loved you very
But alas lost!
Heart hurt rushed.
Something grieved bitterly chest.
How could you so naive,
dirty so to deceive?
Will not forgive. There is no hope.
I forgot,take.
Lock heart I
Forever for love.
smoke
© Copyright: Мария Гурченко, 2014
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