Ровно 15 лет, как умер мой папа.
Ему посвящается мой стих.
Правда, на английском,
чтобы читал весь мир.
I would like to be again quite a little girl
To walk barefoot in rain within drops like pearl,
And to wander in the forests like in fairy-tales,
And to sing in the bird’s chorus, and to manage gales,
And to laugh with whole nature like a babbling
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I am sorry about your loss...
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