How right will be to tell,
Hope one or many hopes?
I pronounce like a spell,
Give me a bed of roses.
Give only one warm sight
Of whom who is love of life
To see his eyes at starry night
As well as day that very bright.
To hear his music in my dreams,
To follow him all long way,
And catch a sunny beams,
That lightening the day.
But I am understanding,
That this hope is in vane,
Without tears will be forgetting,
And feelings drops of rain.
And each raindrop will listen,
And each raindrop will understand,
That I will wait for one more hope,
With which my hopeless love will be sent…
One more hope
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2022
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