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