look friend!
such a beautiful weather
the bright sky
not a single one cloud
and you are smiling
so lightly
that without the oppose,
sadness, is hiding at least
in the corners of the lips.
look dear!
how much time it passed
from our last meeting
sorrow for me of these moments
passing so quickly
nothing for us of them
it won't come back
and you let
a time pick them up
think friend!
how much we lost
and it is maybe the profit,
is not a loss?
let us look upwards
perhaps somewhere or other
together, we will find
our wasted years,
at one time...
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