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The true love is When you say Good night To someone And still wait For reply Whole the night. The course of true love Never did run smooth.

Who killed the birds of joy Through the swords To escape the truth Hidden against the flickers, Miracle would lay The destiny' young ones. Let him go over the heights From a fissure in earth wall, The muse is for flowers of cactus In the end of year, after December To suck the venomous red color Swirling into veins.

A burning fierce sun Looks like a monotonous tale A tiny dot in cloudy sky Disappears soon after Leaves a scar on bosom. The little balanced drops of water Are wish to make all clear and green Witnessing the things What they hold inside. They live in soaring fantasies Seemingly unattainable inspiration To awaken inner stillness. It's not only a feeling of change But accept the presence of dark.

The real clock, it is On the wrist of the time A token of today's suffer, It starts with the day But moves round the clock, It lives in the circles, A symbol of beginning A symbol of zeal. It floats through dim light, It floats through hazy outline It floats through whole the life, With a never-ending morning.

I'm smitten By the portrait In my eyes Which is yours. Looking for Beginning of all good In a new morning Holding on your thoughts On balcony Having a cup of tea, Now it's my life. No complaint, no reunion, I look the vase, Thrown by you And use to smile.

I'll never say to stay In five-star But any hillside Gazing spread horizon, Yellow sunshine Peeping from there The sky is pouring The glory, I would stay here Holding your hand for hours. No gift from you But have to grab Something in your eyes, For a new day, Filled with the fire In the soul and The calmness of the Magical surface Which wished for In balcony Last night.