We don't like to repeat a trodden path
But
It seems I lost the chance
Appeared to me as an enviable treasure*
Perhaps, too simple and sweet was your wine.
You saw life a simple melody
When you talked of laying on back
On the snow-covered ground of a winter day
Or watching huge circle of the moon in the desert
And I tried to splash paints on your dreams
And to hang your hope from the swaying rope of doubts
Sitting together, looking each other, for hours
And I found myself miles away
Now,
Far away from you, you seem stuck to the wall of my heart
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