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The flowers in my garden are fading

Without any sunlight, and maybe, without you.

So, please, light a candle with your smile,

And you will hear me reading, for a while,

Some prayers.

There will be a cold whirl

Induced by our eyes crossing.

But I don’t hear my name coming from your lips,

So I consider you don’t love me.

Sometimes, your love lends me wings,

But, at the same time, it gives me a lot of tossing.

In the cold, my soft tears harden,

And they do not intend to fall down from my eyelashes.

Please, continue watching in my lucid eyes

And lull me with your whisper dashes.

Appear in my dreams

So that you could heal my heart

With some tenderness, as it seems

To me.