My worry, my trouble
Раиса Белецкая
My worry, my trouble,
I miss you so much,
You are like a bubble,
So fragile to touch.
You are never present,
And never attached,
But it is so pleasant
By you being clutched.
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Раиса Белецкая
, 2014
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