There was fog, I could not see the roofs,
I was sick then, for a long time, hard, insulting!
My boy in the fog that stood under the window,
But I found out about it later, later.
Wooden frames, simple window,
The autumn day is gone, it quickly became dark.
The evening fell, covered everything with a sheet,
And the boy broke the window in annoyance.
But I also found out later, then,
The fever ended in delirium and sleep.
I don't remember the boy, I don't remember the face,
Those delirium and pain remained and there is no end to them.
The trace of the stone imprinted in my memory,
But I don’t remember the boy, I don’t keep the portrait.
That mist... What was it? What did you whisper to him?
Did he study his feelings? Did you take it with you?
In that milky fog no steps are heard,
He left, was not ready to fight the fog then.
Love Killer Fog
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2022
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