I was looking for a new idea,
Every feeling had an intriguing smell.
On The Earth furthest things lie so near,
Revolution comes the end we new well.
.
Show me side of a golden medal
Shining towards the happy new world.
Should I hide or face it head-on?
You are not the person I thought.
.
I knew one that never had fear
That I make him to suffer of love.
But I did it twice. Oh, where’re you Dear?
Talk to me, think with me, stop my rove.
Think with me
© Copyright: Денис Решетов, 2019
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