Light is gloomy outside the door,
Happiness ride me alone,
Tell me a story about it more
And more.
Anytime,
Anyway,
Anyhow long.
Sun is raising above stormy glory,
Keeping up with the dim illusions,
Tell me what happened there
In allegory.
Someday,
Someway,
Somewhere again.
Give me the depth to be sunbeam
In lifestream.
Ta;e me to drops
Which goes up into stars.
Lines so tender when touches are smoothy.
Send all my feelings
To forget
Those regrets.
Tell me a story to open my fibres
When I go for a moonlight
To cry and to fly.
A wish
© Copyright: Марат Рустамович Губайдуллин, 2018
Свидетельство о публикации №218122702015
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