Pond*
Not ruining your image
Like in the scenes of movies
I'm leaving my seat
Though, I love you, miss
Those, who loved, wouldn't wish
To be drowned in a deceptive pond
Insane dark has no issue
For the piece of the gold
Wasting precious nothing
On a pitiful version
I've seen you in lighting
As an award for burden
Not consuming the words
On defaming your hunger
I wish you good luck afterwards
I love you calmly.
19.03.
Pond
© Copyright: Руслан Арсененков, 2021
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