There used to be love,
I was so happy once.
Thought it was forever
it was going to last.
Kindness surrounded me,
light from above
was in every single thing
miricles I could touch.
I am so older now
but not more mature.
Things are transparent-
I am more bored.
Where is spring?
will I see summer days?
I want to eat strawberries and run from here away....
There used to be love
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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