Lovegraphy

on every birthday, June 12.
that you sing and decorate with love,
and on its pages you dry the spring flowers one by one,
and I'm reading the note`s where you smell dewy daffodils.
which took its color from the last hope of the destitute,
You wrote with a crazy pen that doesn't listen to words...
"That is my life. I witness every letter.
you just remember, that's enough for me"
said the first note full of longing,
every line of which is proud...
I read, but the more I read,
the more I feel sick.
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