The poison sparkles in my glass
Like some unknown precious stone –
There’ll be no Future and no Past,
Away they will be blown.
I do not really welcome Death,
Nor do I wish to live,
But in this world there’s nothing left
And nothing to believe.
The Death – how curious a word! –
So short and full of sense.
And now forgive me, oh my Lord –
I’m back to Innocence.
Life after death, if it exists,
Will open to me soon…
But suddenly my heart resists
Against the will of doom.
And now I see the same glass,
But poison seems inane:
My love and happiness will last,
And I prefer champagne.
To drink and what to drink?
© Copyright: Полина Витлина, 2007
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not bad... Whether intentionally or not, your verse is full of youthful angst.
А Сенсен 13.03.2007 10:38 • Заявить о нарушении
А Сенсен 13.03.2007 10:38 • Заявить о нарушении
Thank you. I knew there's something like that in this verse =)
Полина Витлина 13.03.2007 10:58 Заявить о нарушении
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