I wondered why she looked ahead.
As if she knew it’s worth to see.
Since the very first time I met
I wondered why she thinks of me.
I wondered why she gave it up,
Why has she burnt our common page.
The worst is everything she stop,
The best is what she put in cage.
I hungered for her frequent loss,
Her voice, Her agony, her spirit.
Our world still breathes, still bearly goes.
Round what she call “The lover’s limit”.
Leave no remorse for our disaster,
But let the past go all you through.
When I do it - my base beats faster.
That’s all of her. She make it to.
I wondered why she couldn’t stay.
And why she missing brakes me through.
I wonder you the every day.
I wonder why I think of you.
Our years of wonders
© Copyright: Филипп Птуха, 2015
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