My first poem was about love,
It was a boy who was in love with a girl...
I stole it from a book,
From very famous author, but they didn't read it...
That time like memory, may the time right now
Will be the same one day...
I don't think about the past,
Only when I am writing, practising my rhyming,
It's gone, beautiful, sometimes not, youth..
What I think about, not always either,
That time gave us happy mood, excitement, energy and freedom of that era open to the world..
