The poet composes a poem about love,
lines and rhymes fall into his head,
Tell me, readers
Is there simply no love?
Or does anything happen in life,
And dreams
By themselves,
Sometimes they disappear somewhere!!!
It doesn't happen that way,
It doesn't happen that way,
That love
disappears without a trace from the soul!!!!
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