My dear distant friend,
I like your dear soul...
I don't wish you the land,
That like a penny small:(
I want your spirit fly,
As high as you would like...
It's pieces come to the whole
And go on a strike...
You'll fight for a life, that likes
The sparkles from a star...
A hundred and one bikes
Will bring you very far:)))!
The soul will go on a strike
© Copyright: Мария Алматова 2, 2022
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