I'm asking not your love,
It's in the safe place now
Believe that I do not write
Jealous letters to your bribe.
But accept my wise advice
And let her read my poems,
let her store my photoes
As do gracious men and lovers!
These silly women are in need
With full conscious to lead,
There are no friendly conversations
And no light additionally to it.
More necessary is the memory
First tenderness, money and happyness.
You'll live out with such dear
For satiated soul everything is clear
Don't go into my night. It is red
And not for visitor's heart.
I don't know you! Don't come in!
And how could I help you?
In healing your happyness
I will never win.
Olana Bilukha, 2016.
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