In open fields of struggle
You fly above the dust
All fences are forgotten
With fire in your heart
On routs of love you follow
In every step you take
There’s always pure blossom
Of flowers you create
It is your soul of goodness
Who lived her life unfree
I parish in with madness
In hope to let you happy be
As time is gone forever
These nights became so deep
Like almost sleeping whale
I love to hear you breathe
My cherished love, the one
You are my joyful May bee
We’ll thrive as Cupids
May bee, may it be
16 октября 2025
May bee
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