Тwilight
And again in the dark I count my dreams, both bright and sad plans... The night is fragile. Silence is vulnerable. I hug them. Let's sleep, we ran out of strength. What should we talk about? Isn't it too late? Our hearts rest, three wounds, from the same. They haven't hurt or smelled bad for a long time... Proudly bore the Stigma, so decided Life.
After the night comes the morning... the main thing is to wake up :)
the morning is wiser than the evening
yes, the Russians even have such a saying :)
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