Heart, scorched by the fire, cool, plunge into the
plunge into the sweet swell, just to live.
Feed seasonings flower, let it live!
Casually, to the eyes to carry a handkerchief, heal...
The wound heals time and peace, the emptiness.
The wait is well worth it, the life - wind.
Somewhere you a handkerchief to her eyes are accidentally,
memory romantic, get away, or answer!
The joy of life - the elixir of love, sadness,
two scarf, from time to eyes; don't notice...-
Gregory Burtaev. Los Angeles. August 15.2015.1127
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