Our whole life,
As a draft one big,
And I'm not a bridge man,
To speak with an outstretched hand ,
People help,
May I have poetry,
In my soul, at least for a little bit,
But resurrect,
And happiness, I will not forget,
And happiness to people, just to give,
I'm not an artist, I'm not a magician,
I'm just a man!
I write a rhyme,
Lines without noticing,
And just letters,
In the right order
Arranging!!!
Our whole life,
One solid,
Big draft,
And everyone should,
Get used to it,
To prevent mistakes!!!
Our whole life
© Copyright: Александр Псковский, 2022
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