Mi line of story, line of thoughts.
Just now up, just now down.
In one's own ways I see to birds,
Because and always I has drown.
I was skin-diver, I was young.
The lake of soul was another...
I can not trick. I'm here beyond,
When I was lovely for my mother.
And what I have at this old -time?
And Where are smiles from dear parents?
The sky is dark without planets,
The sky is light without lie!
Without love...
© Copyright: Иоланта Сержантова, 2017
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