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The sky has set the stars on watch.The moon's face is sadly gazing.He covered the gardens with his magic light.Hugging you at a late hour.I see how the eternal expanse of water hides our secret in itself.The fog covers the fields with its tired, gray body for miles.The smell of grass is in the air.And quietly the fire burns down. Your brown eyes are full of passion.The ground is slipping away from under my feet.Only the whisper of a cool wave is heard.A flower is woven into the silk hair.And my heart stops in my chest.
© Copyright: Данил Иващенко, 2024
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