I’m walking through the garden of my sadness,
My silhouette’s reflecting in dark alleys,
My fantasy is turning into real.
My soul’s not here, because that’s what you steal.
Raindrops are beating like my heart is beating,
The sleepless bird is singing like it’s bleeding.
No one can make me feel the way you did.
No one can brake my sureness you exist.
<2023, Ярославль>
Благодарю за редактирование преподавателя по английскому языку и мою подругу Екатерину Орлову