In a hurry
My soul is out
I'm the first behind you
I'm running quicker than others
And the wind nearly
My blind poem is a swash
Not everyone can breath beautifully
But I'm only the water on your hands
I'm only the sadness in your eyes
No one else like me
And always in a hurry
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And always in a hurry
- what a wonderful line. there is so much in it.
Вадя Зеба 28.06.2020 16:11 Заявить о нарушении