Too busy, too lonely,
in life's fast flow,
Seeking a haven where time moves slow.
Faces pass, unseen, unknown,
In crowded streets, we stand alone.
Too much hate, love too rare,
Laughter, tears, mix in the air.
Above the noise, the pain, the miss,
I close my eyes and make a wish.
Wish
© Copyright: Александр Шалыменов, 2026
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