I'm going to make it. Do you hear?
On & nbsp; tiptoe reach.
Like the roots of a Sakura - cherry
I'll touch your life, your heart.
Worry will go to hell.
The sadness of the eyes will melt in the fire.
Sweet whisper of a voice-Norda
It will sound long in silence.
A tender kiss, & nbsp; begging
In the palm of lips will fall.
Life is one to live in the present.
To believe that they will wait for you.
After all, you will find love with your heart.
I'll definitely come back from hell.
I'll reach you.. Do you hear?
Tiptoe to reach.
On tiptoe
© Copyright: Элеонора Андреевна Ефремова, 2020
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