I remember
I often remember
The day of September
And us.
We"re not the strangers,
Believing in the angels
By us.
But after angry days
We need modern ways
For us.
No matter in a business,
It"s not serious fitness
Without us.
Time"s moving and flying,
The Angels wipping and crying.
Have no regrets!
We don"t live toger,
Our past"s in forever,
No any poems!
July of 24 2025 y.
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