Suddenly the word was threw away,
And gone to other unique world.
By the wall it crawled to any bay
And also was beat by furious sword
It flew through any troubles
To magic something in your eyes.
And, may be, there was enormous scramble
Between your heart and its humble ties.
Consequence of this word was mixing,
Moreover, fury was calming down.
The word was love of swell stealing
Of marshmallows from my beautiful blue cup.
cup
© Copyright: Валентин Тихонов 22, 2015
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