Your spell doesn't work any longer,
you are no more - behind the glass.
not for you are my light roses,
we were coupled for a long time.
My heart asks for you no longer,
as the water, covered with ice,
You are - a great miracleworker,
but not above my device.
In my love - you did not believe it.
but God knows that you were right.
I wrote poems to you, really,
My soul from you to purify!
Demons will find a new one
So that to entice,
And with angels-the jewelweeds -
New poems I will write.
spell
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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