Burn the book on the table,
Slatter ashes at night.
There was only my fable
'bout something so slight.
May be love, may be sorrow.
May be grief, may be joy.
I'll tell you tomorrow
or fotget like a toy.
We forget toys and teddies
As we grow and live.
Ashes fly to the ocean
Of my faded belief.
Burn the book on the table
© Copyright: Ларина Айрапетян, 2019
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