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To woman

To woman

Владимир Московченко

Gift made of His miracles.
For me in this world.
For I can throw upon you flours
and lyrics of love songs.

In every song there is you when you are mother.
In every song there is you my wife.
I love you always.
I can’t escape from this circle.

I love you in my childhood and in maturity,
holding your skirt, cover you with my body.
From my instincts I know
what a miracle you are, woman.


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