Our lines of poetry - back
Saving the feelings above.
Draw the characters reversed
Mysteries that hide in paper.
Ah, you are the dots, dashes and ticks,
To be happy - you will not ban ...
Letter - stick - zashchalochki
Leaned our roof.
We keep our tracks behind the wall,
Realizing once again,
That his words are intravenous
This is the dropper for us.
Our love is squatting,
What should be hidden in the notebook?
We open windows to each other,
not to close again.
