There once lived a boy called Mark
Who thought of his soul as park
Which was so overgrown
That no one would go
In fear to get lost in the dark.
I wanted to prove he was wrong.
I wasn't audacious or strong -
My heart held the light
Which pierced through the night
And showed me the way all along.
I dropped in his soul a spark.
I tried to enliven his park.
On cold winter night
He vacuumed my light
And left me alone in the dark.
My loverick
© Copyright: Юлия Азорова, 2017
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