The days are like a noisy child,
Crying, sobbing all the time.
Skies are pouring, can't I find
Way from darkness, where is fine.
All my dreams in brains jump, scatter,
When I think about you.
All your words for me still matter -
I didn't find something new.
Without you, without you - I'm not living.
My solitude is not a modern brand.
And all the time about you I'm dreaming,
But never reaches me my happy end.
15 июня 2020 года
Раиса Филина
without you
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