There is also the joy of the coming of the new year.
There is also the sadness of the past year.
A strange dra-dra passed.
Somewhere they heard a restless voice.
There was a noisy silence somewhere.
Something strange happened.
The suspicions also continued to grow somewhere.
The distance has been erased somewhere.
In the storms of hatred, ugliness and hypocrisy.
Along with connecting hearts.
The lamps of love, respect, loyalty, desire kept burning.
He also traveled to hates and horrors.
but
New ways of love and loyalty were also created.
Listen to the past years.
Let me tell you one thing.
between you and me
There were many promises made on your arrival.
I’m still the same.
As always.
Never keep promises.
But it was also strange.
This time you did it badly.
This time you scared me a lot.
Now see.
What is the status of these oaths and promises?
Neither could do it.
I couldn’t do it either.
It’s been years, man.
What should I say to you?
I mourn your departure.
Or celebrate the arrival of the new year.
This year too, there are a lot of rituals of oaths and promises.
This year too, the lamps of hope are burning.
But this time there is also a lot of fear.
This time the back is also very painful.
Some regrets are old.
Some dreams are new.
Don’t know how it will be.
Your side with me.
But let me say one thing.
Loyalty, my friend.
Teach me too.
A sense of loyalty in exchange for Jaffa.
Burning the lamps of love in the strong wind of hate.
Today is the day of your arrival.
Let’s admit it, man.
What happened happened.
It’s good, that’s good too.
Bad is also good.
Now you are me and
All these types.
All these new promises.
Now you are me and
All these types.
All these new promises.
Your last message to me
placed in the inbox
You have written in it
Forget me now
.
Even if there is separation execution
You swing patiently
I have given my oath
My life has been taken
.
But even with my life
I will do it till the end
I will forget you
.
But only me from you
This is a small request
Don’t stay in my eyes
Get out of my heart
.
In forgetting to forget
If I miss you
I don’t miss you
Never miss
.
any time….
she is a girl
Whom I call more beautiful than fairies,
believe me,
He really is,
that all the dreams of his eyes,
Wrapped in the cloak of modesty as if someone,
Gulag Zadie stands veiled,
In his words,
I have understood all the meaning of
that all good senses mean,
His words are reaching me,
I pray for his passions,
So let my world be heard,
Ever since she came into my colorless life,
believe me,
All colors have touched my feet,
Today, he should cover his head with a beautiful velvet cloak.
Read poetry very well.
Murray is coming to mind,
At the border of dead consciousness and unconsciousness,
gradually fading away,
But I think the basementment,
I will extricate myself from
She knows me well,
of wishes before sleep,
I will not attend.
I will not finish this poem,
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