My dear friend, my friend above the highest price

Tatyana Kot My dear friend, my friend above the highest price, With you I leave my glamor on a hanger, And tell you every victory and failure, Attempts for happiness once, twice and thrice... Our bond has passed the formal “how-are-you” I offer you my heart-the cleanest part of me, But you aren’t pleased, you frown and look askew: You want the rest. Let’s set the chess and let whatever happens be… TK

It is not the mind that remembers, It is the stupid heart

Tatyana Kot It is not the mind that remembers, It is the stupid heart- Stupid organ with a very good memory For words, smells, songs and sites. I wish my heart developed dementia And let me live but the traitor has left Markings on the walls, like a prisoner who was locked up too long...