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July is not a month for snow.
When I have met you in the winter,
snowflakes moved decently and slow.
I couldn’t wait. I ran like sprinter
right to a shop to buy a bunch
of new born tulips in December.
Then I’ve invited you for lunch.
We spend 2 hours in a chamber.
You gave me kisses and embrace.
From me I gave my life as present.
My heart was running as in chase.
Your kisses were like ice cream pleasant.
Since then the time have passed and sun
will never make my heart fill warmer.
Those winter days and love are gone.
July is raining at the corner...
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July is not a month for snow...
© Copyright: Андрей Чекмарев, 2019
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