She dressed in magenta’s coats,
coats made of tears
She follows after his roads,
roads follow her fears
This time to keep her emotion,
but who can do this so well?
To put her love in motion,
just only after the sell
She never walks along before,
She hasn’t strength to feel it more.
Perhaps still be ahead her of.
Another fading passion grove.
Magenta
© Copyright: Огнеслав Бронсон, 2021
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