Drama reduced to farce
And with this hand
Was the bed soft?
Frame rotted from time
And falling your peace
Tried to break.
Alien city
foreign station,
And silence night and day
It's me leaving you peace
And remembering to the smallest detail everything that he said,
Gone, gone!
And here I am
At least one familiar face
I would kiss the enemy like a friend
God, how pitiful is my revenge,
Be an exemplary father
And my lot is the unknown!
It's seventeen o'clock
Here are ten.
There is such a gap between us!
Was the bed soft?
© Copyright: Ирина Мутовчийская, 2022
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