My love, you punished me
His persistent indifference.
Invented to impose guilt.
And I realized-you do not love.
Farewell to the dream! My old courage -
Poems & nbsp; naively-good write.
And I, my wondrous angel, so wanted
With you on the universe fly,
To reveal the invisibly reverent wings
And into the open skies soar
Easily, without any visible effort
All the secrets of the universe to explore.
But it didn't happen... You don't love me.
Why do I write poems every year?
Love, alas, poems will not awaken,
They're not so bad, though...
01 January 2019
Why do I write poems every year?
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