CURE* ( for Luna )
You gave me a chance to believe
In someone who isn't bereave
Of caring and innocent soul
You're heavenly angel I stole
Whenever I am in the crowd
Among all the noise out loud
I hear your voice through my thoughts
Wherever I step by the roads
Awakened, the sun opened eyes
To shine me the patterns of lives
I never have lived before you
If my life's a disease, you're cure.
23.04.
Cure
© Copyright: Руслан Арсененков, 2021
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