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Valeria Maksimova is a young poetess from St. Petersburg. We invite you to get acquainted with her brilliant poem, which is called "Fate".
He bought her warm socks,
And in the morning he brought her a cup of tea.
During the day, as if dying of longing,
I scribbled messages to her "I miss you."
She loved to hug him
And often understood at a glance,
She was afraid of losing him very much
And at night she straightened the blanket.
Once their fate separated,
The reason is a coincidence or a case.
She blamed herself for something,
And he decided to "leave her, do not torture."
And then only a great distance,
I can't believe it, but that's how it was,
Such a bad test,
And he loved, as she loved.
Yes, time helps, but does not heal,
After all, how ridiculously they parted ...
But ... a meeting was destined once,
Eyes met and embraced.
Such is the blessing of fate:
He brought her tea again in the morning.
And in the afternoon she wrote the message
"I'm waiting for you, my love, don't be bored."
How often it happens in the world,
That in order to live happy,
Fate brings people together, then breeds
After all, happiness must also be earned.
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