Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 21

How many lines around the heart, how many dots in a continuation. When a thought clings to a thought, foreshadowing an understandable moment for everyone. Too often I condemn myself to a lonely dawn, hoping for an angelic light. I do not believe, I doubt the correctness of the words. But someone boldly pulls me along, not noticing my small victories. Many lines…