Ability to wait, to miss –
It’s just one way to know
How’s difficult the grief release
To makes its level low.
It’s not an easy side of life.
Nobody promised should be.
I maybe need some more enough
To change my soul smoothly.
And words like stones in the sea
From mouth take off and landing.
For others bites from wild bee
Such pretty time for spending.
Last chance to choose with whom I’m?
With whom my standing readers?
My theatre become Harlem?
Or simply changing leaders?
But answers on the crest of wave
Of my and yours, all tears.
We should in time, before to grave
The life suddenly disappears…
2.5.02
Ability to wait, to miss
© Copyright: Р1, 2002
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