Sunday
Sunday
Happy Sunday, said a lady, the telephone switched on.
Lady, far, but here, she lives in London, me too, alone.
Distance given, we will never meet, friendship leaves
Gone.
My life is weekdays. I have no weekend, never. No off
Sunday is empty, Saturday is empty, the bench is empty, off
No problem. I need only a touch from a woman's hand
Gone.
No life, it’s not exists, everything is an illusion, reality on and off.
An English woman ruined my life, my soul is faraway, gone.
God, please give me a good chance. I need a woman
Romance is gone.
Reality
February 04, 2024
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