Tears, tears, tears.
Roses, roses, roses.
Thousands of seasons,
Hidden God and promise.
three Times in a row,
envy of an angel.
and two souls grow:
Souls of Liza-Daniel.
May be we'll be others,
but the same remaining,
we will merge or rather
we'll see living faces -
Faces of each other,
and One Face from which one
all three Times are running
knowing all but speechless.
Tears, tears, tears
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2016
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