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and if it’s a mirage or a dream,

let him not wake up for the rest of his life,

this is our world

he will never become a stranger,

It’s warm there and only in places the wind turns into a breeze.

run away together, holding hands

and from a huge mountain, into the emerald sea, down.

go headlong under the waves,

like a warm blanket

shelter from everyday war.

and I will never have enough time with you.

I would like to divide minutes into seconds

and turn it into a watch.

I would like to turn distances into heat,

What will you give when we meet?

I remember standing alone on the shore, the wind blew around me,

then he opened his eyelids,

and I already dreamed about you.

and like an electric shock under the skin,

I followed the voice: “Come.”

in the warmest words, which is warmer than the sun,

whisper in your ear and "good morning"

like falling asleep together,

In different cities

but woke up next to me,

on the sheets we warmed.

eyes to eyes,

and connected by an invisible web,

you're completely mine

let's end this routine.

little one, come on wake up, your morning tea is completely cold,

but you sleep amazingly, and this is probably my little paradise.

and the voice is softer than the petals of the most beautiful roses,

and your hands are warmer than any extraneous words,

and the eyes are brighter than the two brightest stars,

and you yourself are more delightful than all my incredible dreams.

in my eyes

her breaths dissolved over and over again

and we will continue for thousands of years.

I hope I can take this chance

to become something more than human.

running according to words at the top of my voice from the rooftops,

the juice from the cherries is flowing, and her hair is red

mother-of-pearl dawn in the morning,

destinies fly with smiles,

sticky, in fits of passion.

and every second next to her is a holiday.

feelings are beyond control and that’s wonderful.

a play on contrasts in the light of different suns on the heavenly surface, sleepy ballads about a treasure trove of real emotions.

meet the sunset in portions, optionally build relationships, striving for the ideal, but lose everything.

this is a terrible dream that fundamentally confuses the pattern of life

on the canvas of the universe. All nerves are strained to the point of the impossible and closer to the stars. glances crossed at crossroads, and thoughts in prose.

and it’s still freezing from the street, statues of people are smashed into pieces from a bird’s eye view. you think about someone while a crumpled leaf flies into the wall and, dividing into hundreds of fragments, sprouts strawberries.

the clock is ticking and these sun glares along the contour of her neck at great speed or in the weightlessness of stopped time, her knees bend in the opposite direction with the expectation of greenery in the city landscapes. waiting for the sun from high-rise buildings. I will hope that you will not betray. I will hope that you are not a mirage.