ты
Why did you write
biasedly?
Convicted me
of love.
For me, even if autumn
is stormy,
She whispers to me:
- Swim!
Now
there is joy in life.
Your poem
is a talisman for me now.
In my soul is
your reward.
And I fell into youth,
as if into a dope.
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