Day after day
My soul is separated,
My blood's becoming ink,
And this is true.
But all that happen
Don't worth concentrating:
I'm in the habit
Of being blue.
Surprisingly, the things become corrected.
My strayest heart is near me again.
And I don't wanna going just ahead it;
I will be happy after all this, then.
19.01.2021
After All
© Copyright: Герман Акеев, 2021
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