If my poems are gold -
then let's buy an airplane.
If you are so cold -
I will warm you, Daniel!
You will come to me
just in some 10 hours.
We are so rich!
But John hates my travelling.
John is very strict.
Feel- again I'm fuelling.
And he always means
that my tears are junior.
I will never weep,
no sentimentality.
But you write so sweet
from your far reality.
If my poems are gold -
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