My Barbie
Thoughts are sailing towards her again,
on the river of the past without return,
beautiful moments in the murky hunt,
when a girl like a doll was with me.
The blonde who looks like Barbie
was and remains my inspiration,
I mention her in every story,
because I lost her like Troy the war.
It's my own fault that she left,
because I gave her love in installments,
and she kept me like a little water,
after all, love has accrued interests.
My Barbie is no longer with me,
she drinks the juice of love from someone else's lips,
and I drink the drink of the forsaken
and become one of the forgotten.
Zera Princ
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