I wonder if she has read these lines,
What will never be said?
Everything has limits, boundaries and deadlines,
Time heals, erases everything in the dust forever...
After reading, maybe I did not see the colors,
Secret meanings hidden in the inflorescence of words,
After all, they are just illusions of fairy tales,
Dissolved in a palette of halftones...
Well, and if all the secret meanings are clear,
Let him leaf through the open book of the soul,
Understand the desires, motives and thoughts,
Catches the winds among the reserved silence...