I filled my calendar with memories
Some are good and some are bad dreams
I created a base for my flying
Otherwise I would feel that I'm dying
The year was present for me
I created it pleasant for me
Memories gives me pleasure
I don't want to it measure
I wish that my wishes comes true
That's why I'm waiting for the year new new!
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Author:
Chiki (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 2nd, 2024 00:01
- Category: Fable
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