Storm in her mind.
There`s no reply.
Love is so blind,
No need to cry.
She tried to forget him.
She really did.
A question was: «What stream
The dream has just killed?»*
Imagining whisper
Without regret,
She wants to be kissed by
The angel of death.
It`s useless to hope
To live beyond pain,
But possibly moan
And pray him: «Remain!»
Voice in the distance…
She can not forgive.
Remember all reasons,
And leave only grief.
*the inversion.
August 2006
The Deception
© Copyright: Марина Папкина, 2007
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