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The snow melted in March. She melted earlier. With a smile on his face, leaving a single boy. Along with poems, he betrayed their flame realizing in places that it was only the beginning. In May it was not warm, as is usually it. Odino habitually and unusually scares him all this one vanity. He smiles at the wind, how people knowing secrets smile. Thoughts were confused. And June since July. Weded Augustus in anticipation of the winter miracle. He smiled at times passing by. He scored a parliament and drank a tube of Green. Sydy on a bench in a cozy lonely park, he recalled Her eyes said to himself "Enough." The world was in the company of silent pines. And the world answered with rain, the autumn came. He began to write again and can even hope. He had a sip of memory and cursed the September for a month. And the leaves fell and a characteristic despondency was replaced by thoughts, that the world without it was a desert. He remembered the last year’s evening perfectly, her cold shoulders and again waited for a meeting. Waiting for winter was simply inhuman. He was surprised that she was not wearing warm things. He recognized her in the crowd almost immediately. Ully inspiring the mind. She was silent, smiled and seemed cried. He again loved the ice statue.
All this world has forgotten you, but I will remember. In warm palms, a fragile heart of ice. I will always remember. Littleness will tame a snowy emptiness. I will always remember. There are so many people, but there are no you. I will always remember.
Among such figures under the winter sky, she is a silent dream of ice. Under the blanket of crystal snow. The imprisonment of the frozen author of the obsessed author. The cups passed by her glances with admiration for the children. But no one thought that a transparent heart was capable of feelings. And only he could understand, and he could understand, What was hidden in captivity of the icy appearance. I settled my eyes and could not take it off. I was in love with it limitlessly. I got up when spring gave it warmly. One after her other eyes, tears were dropped. It was predetermined in advance. It was too much to regret this love. The park became deserted, empty was familiar. Sright was familiar, and the rest was alien to the feelings. He repeated, she was silent. I would never forget you. And in response a cold gaze. He’s my heart, and the water is water.
Evening, park, parish, shutting the head of a man nearby, an ice statue. The white white sky is slowly circling the flakes of snow. Mona salty like the sea. And the same green, green eyes. I am crazy. I didn’t know. Not the best words. But it’s better to tell you. It’s very difficult for you and some kind of lump in the throat. And I’m an idealist, forever dissatisfied with everyone. And somehow everything became different without you. Nonbo. Earth. Hargos. Save me, tear me out of the paws of loneliness. I just want to be with you. I want to be so much. And this statue is so similar. Only the icy heart can’t love it. Importing the figure of an ice of ice with screams, it would not be better you! It became May 15. What an ice statue.
I left the house with a breath of cold air. I lay down evenly, beautifully, large flakes. This is the first of March. All the melted. Tulips came up. And all day is some wrong. The way is cold, it’s hot on cars, roads, all whatever it is -That is cotton. Even the beauty of the elements is already unpleasant. In the eyes from fatigue, black spots. With a while moving to your feet, the tulips petal abandoned my park controlled by breathing. You are my mania. I know, you are my little. I care for everything, I beg you. beautiful. It is beautiful. If he is, then let it give at least some strength. I can’t live without you. I don’t have any disgusting without you. And for exactly a month the mobile is already inaccessible. I probably call. I need it. And I, in some nightmare and I can’t be awakened. These white puddles are circling my head. And there was no tears even for the future. At the same time and in the same weather, fate gave you to me, I thought for years. All this jealousy, scandals, disagreements. Little snowflakes in the hurricane of our happiness. It hurts you, unrealistic. Ala, that it will be so correct. Having put four tulips on granite plates, you will remain in the memory of an ice statue.
I will always remember .. the time of ice .. empty .. a lot of people around ... I will always remember ...