I ve made mistakes,

I've made mistakes,
I crossed the line
I risked ,was very naughty.

I bit my lips
till blood appeared
and fright was not permited.

I was the winner ,
noone
could stop my hot religion.

My passion broke any wall
tomorrow was easy.

I am so old ,
I am a bore.
and no longer crazy.

I'm waiting for the spring to come
to breathe snowdrops believing.


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