What would like for the breakfast?
- She asked, but never had followed the will.
And now I return to forgettable past
Thinking over, who turned the mill.
If ever could change, would have doubtless rushed
Not waiting, not thinking - no more
But it's too late, all we had had been crashed
New parts are not sold in a store.
And fancy, my dear, that the only phone call
Could help us to turn other way
To contries of fairies and kind unicorns
And the tales you could ever create.
The moment has passed, the step wasn't done
However, was it a mistake?
If you miss the turn, you have another one
To create, to believe and to take.
The breakfast
© Copyright: Рая Брайс, 2013
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