Poetry is not me.
I am the prose of life.
In this world
there are people,
that know and love me,
but I feel a bit childish.
I am ready to cry
from happiness,
when I saw you,
my granddaughter,
for the first time.
My granddaughter
© Copyright: Анна Шустерман, 2016
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