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      Befuddled by waiting in public,

      We appreciate our wishes,

      Because the feelings will betray us.

      I make timid endeavors for hope,

      But the wind blows out the candles.

      I think to hold you is no occasion

      Because you’ll definitely reach your destination —

      It’s me…

      There are two souls in the reflection —

      Worn out and lonely.

      They beat in rhythm to tunes, they are the same,

      But you have no response, neither do I… again…

      Feelings are like animal instincts.

      They have fully occupied our brain.

      This is unavailing struggle

      Because we enjoy it, and not in vain.

      There is no cure for lust

      And there are no doctors, at last.

      When you fall in love and you’re happy,

      Nothing can prevent you from having your head in the clouds.

      You are such a bad habit

      That I’m addicted to you and I live with it, around

      Me.

      We like to commit imbecilities

      That we are both devoted to, with such a facility…

      We are demented not due to noise, but peace.

      When you hear your heartbeat,

      You can easily go out of your head.

      The doors are locked, and you can’t go.

      And a bird must not be kept inside

      As she has her wings

      Given for the dream.

      If you want to achieve your goal,

      Then, you must fly in the life steam!

      The truth is always honest,

      But, sometimes, it’s not as kind

      As you might consider.

      And when my heart beats,

      It means I still can breathe…

      Oh, catcher of my autumn dreams!

      I’ve disturbed you, but otherwise I can’t do.

      You conceal my feelings, as I see them through.

      With your being prudent, everything is accorded with the steam

      Of life.

      I know, sadness is always full of rain,

      But warmth does not allay any strain.

      The wind is the sinner in our souls,

      Stealing our memories without any trace, but with a goal…

      Sweeping the keys, slowly or amain.

      It would be wrong to follow when going away.

      We have no energy to shut the gate,

      But to believe in miracles is our fate…

      They’re the closest friends, but not so old.

      The time has passed, so must it be recalled?

      We won’t find anyone alike,

      And nostalgia torments us again.

      We were making flawless mistakes,

      With our hearts addicted more than nicotine impact.

      The time educated us, only masking cuts.

      As it’s a small world, madmen can do every single thing,

      Even always cry.

      So do we, what’s more, we look at the sky.

      If we are sad, don’t say anything:

      They’ll hit you hard.

      Maybe, you remember looking into each other’s eyes

      Without looking at the time?

      You haven’t taught me anything.

      I’ve found the truth on my own, rising again.

      I’m not afraid of bounding without wings,

      As I have a spring inside me, living not in vain.

      My feelings are like flare: you’re easy to get burnt,

      So we warm ourselves, enjoying.

      But I’m afraid to cast an old shoe after you

      Because I don’t want to release you,

      Looking into your soul and see that we’re resemblant,

      Indulge in illusions and suffer.

      So I must learn to let you go if I have no power,

      And not to writhe but live in present.

      You play skillfully with words,

      You touch me with your lips stunned with glory,

      But please, let’s not replay the world

      Of our feelings,

      Because it’s not a love story.

      So, emotions

      Will color our notions.

      We are like true artists

      Drafting the borders between us

      By using neutral greyish dabs.

      We’re responsible for our feelings,

      So that actions will indicate everything.

      And we imagine every frame

      That dwells upon the life game.

      You consist of a multitude of flaws

      Which you admit and endorse.

      You’re proud, and you don’t fall in love with everyone,

      But, as for them, they do. You know this fact.

      You’re a stable man, with your esprit impact,

      So reputation and regard are your concern.

      But you evanish when there is the sunset’s turn.

      I say this without any flam.

      You are going to leave, because you’re possessed with the ideal,

      And, to scale the loftiest heights was among your great ideas.

      I know, you cannot stay,

      But

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