I have written some letters today.
All of them dedicated to me.
They were wise, they were kind and sincere
Like a person I've wanted to be.
I have written about useless pain,
All the horrible things I had felt,
Though I knew that the sun rose again,
Like the snow always tended to melt.
All those letters I'm going to hide.
One good day I would read them aloud,
And I hope till that day I'll become
A great person I will be so proud.
My letters
© Copyright: Ананько Александра Викторовна, 2018
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