Anna M. Ostrovskaya. (№ 374370)

Ripped wings, and feathers fall on snow...
Is not mutual love, and murdered hope.
But life will not end. A quiet flicker years
friendship will have the right to vote as before.
And time will show that there is still someone lucky?
Only those who love, as a trophy and hid?
Friendship is antonline wing
but warm, like a cat's, delicate paws.