My dream is like a winter fairy tale:
Like summer wood, like deepest lake.
In it we walk along the long the path.
Arm in the arm, eyes in to eyes.
The tilted tree, twigs on the anthill,
The mountain ash behind the hill.
I standing near house, looks the window.
I think about what the happen will.
05.04.2021
My Dream
© Copyright: Дарья Комарова 19, 2022
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