There is something bad in the memory
Like grey ash after big orange fire -
Cold dead substance instead of blooming tree,
The cruel grave for my big desire.
There is something good in the memory
Like the strainer for cooking nice wedding cake -
Keeping moments of only good category
When the destiny gets the right to awake.
There is something of nothing in memory
Oh my God, let me leave it, please!
I will sign, i am already ready, i am agree!
Bring me back to myself. Let me breath.
There is something bad in the memory...
© Copyright: Анора Джумабаева, 2015
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