I have nothing to tell (to you), probably on the way to my dear city again,
Where could be a lot of not - important friends,
The fleeting wind of September, it remembers only strictly,
All those few, but beloved friends of mine,
Is the phone ringing or silence -
It's all the same to me already,
I need to go forward - go ahead,
Just barely audible
My steps,
My friend.
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© Copyright: Елена Георгиевна, 2024
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