You gave me the love of Fanush on a dry leaf. A little sun fell on my face through the south window. The sun rises in a flood of light, the moon turns into a full moon.Think, if our love was like that in one bed. Our story began in the fearless warmth of winter. How many words? Not to mention the sweet smile, the touch of a thousand colors. How much love there was, I tied the circle of time. I find a nest of peace in my chest. My son is a pilgrim monk, I was born in the wrong world.If I don't find the last hour of my death in your arms.I am not disturbed by your presence.The garden is as before, but I am not there. Is the cat still here to cut you? Meow. But I'm not in that story. I'm just a weed in your garden.You can think of me as a mouse. I'm the one who destroyed your garden.You drove that mouse out of the garden. A new cat in your garden makes you happy. Maybe you will keep it forever.
©xavier11
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