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Not a poet, not a writer
Bright dreams like the Sun, but fate is not generous.
Linen stuck in the teeth, and the soul is on the run.
A butterfly without wings – just a larva.
The metamorphosis was not completed, escape is impossible.
My honey and my sugar,
He was so sweet,
Like the love of samurai from Edo,
But now he is gone,
And the delicacies of life have disappeared.
A child runs after pigeons – what a fool, but he is happy, and you are not. The vices of wisdom and super-intelligence, but if you are so smart, then why are you so poor? He runs, he runs, he runs, time runs – life fades away. The beautiful decays into a dirty constellation of a round worm and no longer returns to what it was – the past is gone, the new and bad has come. Ailbibek says disco ball and she will definitely keep her word.
Bright dreams like the Sun, but fate is not generous.
Linen stuck in the teeth, and the soul is on the run.
A butterfly without wings – just a larva.
The metamorphosis was not completed, escape is impossible.
My honey and my sugar,
He was so sweet,
Like the love of samurai from Edo,
But now he is gone,
And the delicacies of life have disappeared.
A child runs after pigeons – what a fool, but he is happy, and you are not. The vices of wisdom and super-intelligence, but if you are so smart, then why are you so poor? He runs, he runs, he runs, time runs – life fades away. The beautiful decays into a dirty constellation of a round worm and no longer returns to what it was – the past is gone, the new and bad has come. Ailbibek says disco ball and she will definitely keep her word.
