wondrous

Even more wondrous … more wondrous,
I like to read poetry…
That laugh and cry freely,
If the soul is choked with stench.
I love you to the sweatshirt
Paintings on the stele of the flower.
Dance alone, right up to the wound,
If music plays in the soul.
Even more wondrous… even more wondrous.
Nadihaє the whole world to buttya.
Maybe … just out,
GOD _VILNA. For the sake of your life …
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