Another boring class
In this school of life
Too many times
I was burnt
But again, I poured my heart
In non-reusable glass
Clearly,
The lesson wasn't learnt
I felt like Don Quixote
Travelling the world in search
Of his imaginary Dulcinea
But those were just my obnoxious thoughts
Sleepless night,2 packs,
And second bottle of Merlot
Like well forgotten panacea
For those who didn't deserve
Any other remission
Tell me when missing you
Has suddenly become
My favorite tradition
Дон Кихот
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