I’m sorry, feet, I cannot kiss
The roads you’ve left behind.
But if I could I would know taste
Of miles’ bunch you bind.
I’m sorry, dreams, I cannot see
The lands, the smiles you’ve crossed.
I wish I could take kiss of girls
I’ve never had and lost.
I’m sorry, words, that you are wrong.
It’s all my fault of pain
You bring for minds and hearts of men,
I wish I stopped tear-rain.
I’m sorry, eyes, I can’t go on
Because of my tight strops,
You hide yourselves beyond a shroud
Of dry and salty drops.
Май 1998 года
Sorry
© Copyright: Деметриос, 2001
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