Her orange coat is on my knees,
Her coat is warm just like her kiss.
The sunny rays are falling down,
Her coat is shining like a crown...
She looked at me, and in her eyes
I saw the see, I saw the skies.
She took her coat and put it on,
Let's hurry up, the sun has gone...
The sun has gone, but not for us,
It will be next day, not the last.
Yes, sun has gone, but not for me,
My sun is here, my sun is she...
Стихотворение написано 21 марта 2025 года.
Her orange coat
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