Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 12

There is no doubt that the new is knocking at the door. I’m afraid to let you in who looks like me… Maybe you’ll fly through the window like an early bird? You will cloud my eyes and overwhelm me… But already close, you call me with a look. And the silent notes of sadness disappear. There is no place for them here. And you repeat confidently, “You and I, forever!”