It was three and a half years ago,
She was acting like my strogest foe.
She was slitting my veins and my toes,
It was then, but a little before:
She is the carriest woman I've ever known,
She was the kindest one from the crowd!
She was the brightest stone of my crown,
I have been keeping wide open my clow...
In the year of my weakness and woe,
I was burning so fast, like a straw.
She could safe my soul, yes, she could blow!
And dump down that agony! So...
... She just left me with ash of my soul.
Ash of my soul
© Copyright: Ануар Орынтай, 2019
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