Time

And there was no more than there was in the end,
And no less left than it was in the beginning,
But then had fun, and now-in sorrow,
As for studded with pearls Royal casket.

Because painfully word "the end of the»,
And luxurious, SyteLine generously "beginning»,
And spring joy is by no means kept quiet,
But pridinol ready to leave Starling.

More, less is not the last point,
Less is more – and another time the power is:
Wherever we are, wherever we are,
To those who have left, never to Shine.

But the strike is sharp and laugh sometimes,
Making friends in the belly to grasp,
Like it's not time for us to break up.,
It's like we still have forever.

11.08.2017 G.

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I just them and decided to share them with you.