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The walls are saved in memories
Of our past behind tomorrow.
The boundless hugs are not my enemies
From them the happiness I borrow.

The windows open through my eyes
To search the end of endless land.
The morning dew is smartly wise
And brings me to the sunrise strand.

The rooms have own perfect vision
Where every time can find some lost.
For the patterned emotion one decision
Escaped place to be is right the most.

The doors are never locked for feelings
When you go through them you feel so free.
There are no untouched ceilings
Above the top my freedom has to be.

This chair is unreal ocean
Whit lonely breeze and wasted sands
But already have given my devotion
Sometimes to warm disappeared hands.

This bed is hidden mirror
Between the secrets is the rainbow road.
Next crowded day is nearer
When is written the existing code.

This dream I see is lost outside
In labyrinth with foggy blue.
I’m so far away, into your heart – inside
Waiting wish to be come true.


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