Can I place you to me inside,
If I here have got butterflies?
Sure, looking at you tonight
I will own and lose paradise.
When I feel emptiness and cold,
Can I feel you instead of my heart?
Sure, old universal code
Will be opened as our part.
Being in whirlpool of silly days,
We are questioning infinite size.
Sure, looking at us today
Even death wants to close her eyes.
Inside
© Copyright: Некипелова Ирина Михайловна, 2019
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