Sometimes we burn,
We want love,
Inside a lot of heat,
With many things from the ashes,
Which belonged to our relatives,
And maybe the poor,
But we remember,
The old days,
And we remind everyone,
How were these terrible times,
One evil,
One darkness,
What fear has given,
But a beautiful palm tree will protect you,
What will not let our soul die,
In this world,
In this soul,
What did the dark master know, what is going on in the world.
True
© Copyright: Святослав Бойко, 2017
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