With you I feel happiness up to self-forgetfulness,
And to put it more correct - because of your verse.
I immerge my ear in them - up to silly craziness,
And can't take my sense from you, captured by your ghost.
I look at your poems, and I cum inside them
With my whole consciousness, wholeness of my soul,
Thas is why I call this feeling paradise and
Svet, why is it so good, why do we enjoy?
But then I forget that we had together so much fun,
And discretion of this life makes me angry, sad.
Ear - poems - reading them - that's where is the joint of us,
That's where lives my happiness and where we unite.
And then I demand from you body's visibility,
And don't value any more hear without look.
But it is a bad mistake! Hark, do you hear angels sing?
Hear they are, attentively! I live inside you.
The point of happiness
© Copyright: Елизавета Судьина, 2020
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