Forgive me. I did never fit
In owe-sophisticated line of your forever,
In an inspired flow of precious ever
And brilliant collection of words' field.
All people know, how short "no" is,
And lucky ones escape its' lasting odour
Of deep-to-roots, but never happened verdure
And gust of tender, meditative bliss,
That pierced through verge of worlds' parallel, -
It's just high five of realms on the flyby.
Forgive me, be forgiven out of sight, -
Another Universe exists for this allele.