Among the passers-by I saw
The rays of Sun, the flying dusts.
I donna want to ruin your score,
Like you did mine just in the Past.
I hear every breath of wind
And every flavour is unique.
The Universe is not to bind,
It’s ‘bout us to get and stick.
The creature made up of the rain
In any house is just a guest.
Its palms have grown up to gain
But never ready to confess.
To say the truth, you’re such a boy
Attempting scare me with mares.
Your life’s gonna be destroyed.
What’s ‘bout me?
No longer care.
No longer
© Copyright: Валерия Евсеева, 2023
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