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Each other we with love are looking at.
We teach each other mild tenderness.
Let be our hands unseparable
As a quiet coast and the sea unseparable are.
With smile looking in the past we don't argue.
Do you remember, we got acquainted by chance
With love with no awful clouds
Where dawn gently embrace the Earth.
You and me that edge became – the grass,
The farthest hill, the running river,
The flight behind the horizon disappearing.
I can't believe, but we don't see that edge in dreams.
It is just here in your eyelashes
An in one small ringlet in your palm. (с)Leonid Shimko http://moy-bereg.ru/poeziya/iz-rannego.html
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