This wind will be blewing in trying to take
Such wonderfull flower with different shapes.
This wave will be strong and suppose to destroy
Such dearest feeling i'm keeping like toy.
In front of my bed on the pillow it sleeps,
Becoming the smile on my missing you leaps,
Dont trust if dont want, but, please, never forget.
All life is just game with it's victory-cat.
She's walking on roofs, and she never will fall
I want you for struggle, i want you to hold.
I want you for struggle, i want you to hold...
© Copyright: Анора Джумабаева, 2015
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