The lesson s learned. Enough
Imagination draws it in uneasy dreams…
Haze paralyzes me, tightly body cramping
in its white frigid hands, and I wake up in tears.
Where are you now? What do you think about?
Do you remember that unusual cozy warmth
which brought together our minds through thousand
illusive distant worlds? I’m sad I was your doll…
How many times the heaven closed the roads
to save a naive girl, but I believed in love…
I gave all keys to secrets of my soul.
It was the biggest fault. The lesson’s learned, enough.
17.08.2024
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