Restless is your mind as the night comes,
Then the music of rhymes starts playing
And in those lines you are portraying
Everything so precious, everything so nice.
Memories won’t go away until dawn
Once again you’re unwillingly drawn
To the world of mystery full of rhymes:
Old faces, old names and the great old times.
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© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2014
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