From time to time, I have to write a poem about life and things happening to me, my friends or to complete strangers. After all, a world is, looking from the bright side, beautiful ...
and of course, most of life isn't real.
Do you remeber the days, the nights, when we were near, with wet skin, and salty taste, Warn and safe, inside of you, without a fear, on top of me, you were.
