Here's the door
What I would never knock on,
Every pore
Reminds me hell hound's moan.
Some of these shiny and hopeful days
Can wake you up of a dream,
Still I've got to back to dirty maze,
For sake of self-esteem.
But grass will never change its color
after hundred tries,
No matter how you opened soul, nobody sees your wise,
Be a good man, be that solid like a rock by shore,
Never open door in case you think you aren't sure.
Pulsing of your heart makes morning dew still be in here,
Play important part, and someday everything is clear.
Sky combine the clouds into shape that you have searched,
Mama would be proud, cause you climbed up to top notch.
Top notch
© Copyright: Андрей Константинов 3, 2021
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