Dear,
The sun shine and day sings but I feel lonely. It like' s that in my heart entered yellow autumn with little bit sun. Around my home came three little cats. They are grey. I gave them to eat. They looked at me with fear in their deep gazes. Before that they all were together. But the little one who got smallest piece sits now in other place.
Why?
It goes around and around then stops. It behaves like it needs more care, and it thinks about it whole time, like me, sits in one corner and waits while its brothers are lying below the rose which just has start to grow.
The sun shine and day sings but I feel lonely. It like' s that in my heart entered yellow autumn with little bit sun. Around my home came three little cats. They are grey. I gave them to eat. They looked at me with fear in their deep gazes. Before that they all were together. But the little one who got smallest piece sits now in other place.
Why?
It goes around and around then stops. It behaves like it needs more care, and it thinks about it whole time, like me, sits in one corner and waits while its brothers are lying below the rose which just has start to grow.
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