Sometimes, I see empty chairs
Feet on the ground
My soul climbs invisible stairs
Without no sound,
Flirts with a silken cloud
Refreshed by a thin air
My heart feels you all aloud
Far away from despair
Yes, sometimes ...
With or without you
Often thinking of you
My heart seeking catches rhymes ...
A how lovely! The whole world flairs beauty!
O God! Blessed are these times!
Задумался, скучал по своей любимой, и вот, так вышло ...
Empty chairs
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