SelfPub: I turn off the sun
Yes, in winter, of course, again will become warmer.
So is the space: in February - spring.
Maples turn green, in March, will Wake up the grass.
Maybe even a meeting time, preparing us.
Somewhere in the prayers in rows quietly leave soft.
Only here in the heart of the icicle. Instead of fire storm.
Well, until that autumn with a blanket of snow will cover
all that would give... Sorry that you didn't want.
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MegaMozg 07-11-2018 / 00:12
I turn off the sun. After the autumn wind
the time will come to warm by another fire.
I turn off the sky. The leaves fall from the branches
if returning again to the silence, to the roots.
To me, the memory remains - gentle, like a summer.
What would be life if I had you!
How many would show, how much light would be lit...
How sad to say goodbye. Scared to silence.
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MegaMozg 07-11-2018 / 00:11
Autumn. Cool. The air is obedient, quiet,
the leaves are like shooting stars, fly again with maple.
You're not with me. Not close. You hold others...
Not for me, no gesture, no smile, no words.
I was hugging my heart. Did what I could.
Warmed, waiting, whispering... almost cried!
You didn't hear it. Well... Over all the words.
But believe in happiness... Only you don't.
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MegaMozg 07-11-2018 / 00:10
