Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 28

That night in the taxi, I cried. And I thought about how fast we change. The melody of sadness always hurts the soul. – “Everything will be all right!” – doesn’t sound like it used to. The lights of the city streets flicker farther and farther away. “Yes, when will you be with me, my dear?” When I look into your eyes, I feel like you. Eyes, my mirror, you can’t get enough of me! I want to find you and warm myself a little… “I like my state of mind when there’s no reason to be tired. Life is sweet as long as it continues. There is no limit to our perfection. To love and to suffer, to dream until the end. To throw away all the hustle and bustle of worldly days…” That night in the taxi…