On a Primrose Hill by J. M
But if someone will feel their wings –
I`m not against.
It becomes something, that makes sense.
I know how it`s – to be self-lied,
But someone denied.
I was searching for absent places,
I was searching for absent humans,
I was searching for absent cases,
But all it`s useless.
But until someone has a dream –
Let him lay on a Primrose Hill.
10.06.2024
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