He said: "I'm sorry.
There is nothing I can do."
I cast a glance of worry
The silence shocked,
The thought went through
My mind:
Can't keep my love inside.
The feeling you're denying
Will never die inspite.
My hand hanged in the air...
He closed the door behind.
One teardrop of despair
Ran down my cheek and died...
I cast unconscious glance
On silver, spackling point -
It was a single chance
To teardown my loving...
2001, SPb
He said...
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