Poem – The Hit of Love

It’s really hit of great Master,
when millions other just a dream waster…
Try to find in dream the largest empire
and after that a town in them
and a street in the town
and a home and a window
of the room where grown and white you
so carefully hidden by the times and distances
you dearest one and a love indispensable.

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