Sergey Zemtsov. The Magic Circle Poem by Sergey Zemtsov
Sergey Zemtsov. The Magic Circle
Hands, eyes of yours
Give me the warming.
The freeze of my soul
Steps aside.
As if it for the first time
The world that I have seen
With the spring that brings
The feeling of the happiness on the Earth?
All the people are so far
From me and one from another.
It is possible to save the warm
Of your eyes only with using
The magic circle.
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