You stand before me
Where dumbness breaks the silence
And use the sun for unity with night
It's not my death
It's something like my own moon-rise
And only wind can touch this solitude
Is this a poem?
No, you see there's no rhyme in lines
I look like person trying to interpret
Own pointless words. Just rest assured!
They are for self
They are in vein, in blood
They are from very very deep inside
Oh, stupid girl just leave alone
Your mind for good times
And they would come.
It s not my death
© Copyright: Мина Кэтрин Мэлроу, 2009
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