Time will come and I will forget!
But now my feelings are sad.
It must go,however I don't know how to let,
Step by step my soul changes its color from white to red.
Where will I be after that?
Unfortunately,I don't have nine lives like cat.
It becomes easy for me to get mad,
I feel drought when everything around is wet.
Where can I go?My patience is over!
I will always be against flow,
This is the price of precious flower.
Flower
© Copyright: Ортиков Диёр, 2019
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