Not A Stroke To Add. Apr,19 Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

I mean to stay kind and decent, in her eyes. Perhaps I am not the way that would keep her undisappointed and assured of me, but things happen. I will recognize just 2-3 babies by those ladies, not more. I am uninterested of the story of irresponcibility and cinical viewing. I am perfectly compassionate to whom I estimate. Nothing more to add. In basic traits, all is the same. Avoid the same, what can I add to that? It costs me much now, to make confessions. Rumors may crawl about, but who cares actually?