Last night I called you so loud.
You came to me in a dream and said:
"I don't love you. Don't understand?
Forget my name and go away! "
And I was going to the road.
I walked all the land which known.
First every second weight of gold.
Manipulator, pretty girl...
Last night I called you so loud.
You came to me in a dream and said:
"We are the lost and roving souls."
Manipulating you was staid...
So long my heart for you was broken.
And I'm still deeply sinking down...
For you I was not the right man, when
I told a fairy tales of love...
Last night I suffering so loud.
I met you in strange dream and said:
I loved you so much and so long.
Manipulator girl, I'm slain.
22.04.2018
Manipulator, pretty girl
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Ні, що ви.. Мої вірші не так гарні, як би мені хотілося. Але вони є. І на тому спасибі. Дякую і Вам.😉😊
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