I like them

I like them
My wonderful new world
That for myself I've opened,
I for 'myself but not they.

I like them but in the whole,
Courageous single ones.
They like a miracle sometimes,
Sometimes are pretty awful.
But really real always.

As only people are they
That's why are not perfect,
The best on the planet unfortunetly.
God is living among them.

He's just like a God -
He mostly succeded in him,
That's why he tries him a lot.
Maybe His proud at least.

Прочтя, понимаю, что maybe и бред,
Всё же вполне поэтичный.
Окончу на этом обедню -
Стала самокритичной.




Это моё первое на английском и возможно, для англоговорящих как стишок пятилетнего cbild, but I've done my best.


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