These grains of spectrum of emotions
Splattered beads all ‘round the room
Like pomegranate seeds torn apart
These waves are coming back and forth
The low and high tides alternation
The only difference is the depth
These memories are splashing on the walls
They soak the paper with your tears
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© Copyright: Запах Сарсапарели, 2017
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