I turned to light
To see the smile...
Inside your soul and eyes
I see your bright...
I put on millions on table
Among the gold of those
Who's thoughts are: "it's unable"
Who signed by darkest rose
In bottom from the crimes
For every trace of Heaven light
They searching it sometimes
Due mired in the spite
Those searching minutes from the bottom
Costs millions of treasure
But they are dying as the autumn
Before freeze winter, I am sure
And then in newborn light
I see the smile...
Inside child babbling, eyes
I see the soul bright
From searching time....
From darkest rose past life...
September, 22th, 2018
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