I can't avoid the enviers,
Their plots are empty. I don't care!
But they have so much rage,
No sound judgment.
And I'm with nature... trees, evening,
I love freedom, like the wind.
Dreaming, I give joy,
Like a wanderer, I create.
Wanderer
© Copyright: Марина Гайдарова, 2026
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