The destination - to you.
Many maps were ahead.
The dreams are not true,
But you are in my bed.
The frontier itself
Was as a book in my life
But here it’s on the shelf
And I am still alive.
The pages are on the floor
And we’ve forgotten the ways.
Let’s close the door,
Stop watching the ways.
Just us ourselves
And here is the life.
No one for us else –
You made me alive.
30.08.2022 (7:06 pm
The Destination - To You
© Copyright: Максим Митрофанов 2, 2022
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