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The most worthy and unvoiced

Glass march
Tears awoke us
Silk skin, strand of hair to the shoulder
Snuggled gently, a branch of mimosa

Thinking stands in the corner
As if now she can’t sleep
All silence, all nap
It inspires us, the load in the eyelashes

But somewhere deep in my chest
Warm languor broke up
Dispelling rags of longing
What a dream brings weightlessly

And it seems that suddenly to lose
Captivating the kingdom of morpheus
And in the morning regain
You, here is the main idea

So every day from year to year
Worried a little and lustfully
For every moment you give
I am ready for life and death for you