Before I die,
I will not contemplate.
I will survive,
but it's too late.
Too late to wait for a call.
Too late for making poetry.
I realized that soon the fall
Without you. I'm not free.
How many pretty women are here?
Right now i'm walking on the street.
I have no past, but I have a dream.
Because I'm a poet, I'm not beat.
Just one question: who am I?
And suddenly, I felt a blue decision.
Before I go, before I die.
For Friday bar, I am only a vision.
Vision
© Copyright: Андрей Адяков, 2025
Свидетельство о публикации №225062500817
Свидетельство о публикации №225062500817
Рецензии