A sense of joy was overwhelming,
I was hunting for my shadow,
A sense of sadness, so immense that
I would drown without tomorrow.
You ran the road, you were the athlete,
I had some books, I was a bookworm,
But there was something bright and healthy
It our dreams, in our caution.
A sense of joy was fine and gracious,
A touch of flight was so immeasured,
You were my friend, deep and courageous,
I was a lost but solemn treasure.
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Марина Чиянова
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