When a set of cards is played to the holes,
Something new to start is asking manifolds.
Somewhere else to go, something else to see
Even across mountains, even across sea.
When there's nothing left to revive, return,
Only sattled habit and expected scorn
Someone new to love coming to a mind.
Somewhere else to live, for something else to die.
When all children went their own way,
Some another child can warm up my days,
Someone else's soul needing love and care.
So far a cat gets my lonely crave:
Someone else to love, something else to give.
Little furry soul - unexpected gift.
I will give it toys - worn out set of cards.
What a happy time for his playful eyes.
Зов другой любви
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2026
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