I like it, writing in English.
It is a kind of slang.
It's a person you distinguish,-
Not likely a kind of yourself.
It is a kind of murmur,
Heard by whom and when?
The thoughts flow out and burn you,
And mould through the hand, through the pen.
As if nobOdy would hear you,
Or decipher your script.
They'll take you for somebody near you
And won't blame your thoughts and your wit.
But of course, there's a hope that somebody -
The person who understands -
Will catch your lame-rhymed body
Out of foreign lands.
I like it, writing in English... 02. 03. 2006
© Copyright: Евгения Рацук, 2006
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