I can't sleep.
In the memory of the face,
As in the sky, alarming flashes of lightning.
Pages,
Lived years leafing through.
I know.
Mind understand,
That, that the lose.
Alas, irrevocably.
Come on...
Someone's going to knock on my door again.
Happens.
Happiness, like a bird, aspires to the sky.
And there is no border in it.
Only love.
Decay.
All life if there is no love in it.
Only it warms our nights and days.
Its light, its warmth.
Don't trade.
There will be no other.
Can t sleep
© Copyright: Леонид Егорович Туров, 2020
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