Читать книгу Alive - Gubat Abdullaev - Страница 6

I love this town.

He sheltered me,

He did not demand to be chaste.

And I did not ask about the past

And did not teach

All sorts of everyday wisdom.

I love this town.

He let me go

Whenever I left away,

But then he accepted

Immediately forgive

I love this town,

He survived with me

The pain of loss, longing and betrayal.

Cured of you

And the rain washed away the tears.

He also really needs me..