What shall I tell you, Your Lightness?
Sitting in a nook.
Far away from windows somewhere,
Far away from truth.
You were shining, you were smiling,
hat with angry birds,
Angry Birds - just a desire:
in the evening work.
There is the merge of finance,
fusion of the souls.
Only in the merge - uprising
to the height of world.
if we are - only the fragments
of the world's soul,
By the light - all and each other -
we should warm.
What shall I tell you, Your Lightness?
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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