Мой сердце

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М.К. 

Мой сердце одевается в чёрной цвете
я говорю его: одевай красиво
красная цвет хорошо но
он не хочет слышать ничего
дорогой дурачок только думает о тебе

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  1. dolyas15 July 2012 at 03:26

    Скажите,пожалуйста, вы сами пишете стихи? Очень необычные!

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  2. Lucile Deslignères5 August 2012 at 08:45

    Yes it is my poetry, but I have only learned Russian for two years so apologies if it is not very good!
    Lucile

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