you find the letters lots for me
few letters
the line .. and the ink of pen
and the word dispel all fear
you find the letters lots for me
How much you are vile
If my absence changing you
How much you are fiddling
If I become hate remember you
How much you are tough
Why does your heart doesn't have mercy
you find the letters lots for me
How much messages I wrote to you
And you lost the message
How much of the lintel
And the silence was your response
Today . I ripped the message
Because the meeting became impossible
I admit I forced myself
When I collected
My sorrow , love , memories
the message parts
And even you
And put them in the right place
In the garbage …
the Poet :master of words
the Poet :master of words
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