Anna Pavlova 86 - a poetic review 22
I carry bits of venomous despair,
As stars that shine keep strolling in parades,
I miss you. While the Sun is going down,
In youthful flames of evening I will drown.
A source of light, a pureness of decisions
Will captivate my frail yet mighty vision.
© Anna Pavlova 86
© A derivative work (poetic review) created by Maryna Tchianova
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