Alone

Alone...

Alone, the rain is hitting ground,
Alone, like echo in the park,
Slow dancing tango all around,
Just shades are melting in the dark.

Alone, the wood is burning down,
Alone, like cigarette in pack.
I am of rustic circus clown,
Who follows old and tired hack.

Alone, in biggest reckless town,
Alone, like broken useless car.
My life is strange, unspoken noun,
Nobody wants pronounce so far.

Alone...


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Wonderfully! Emotions, which are so familiar to me.

Кивлов   27.12.2007 01:29     Заявить о нарушении
I have been reading your poems too.
We have something in common.
Thank you again, Olga.

Ося Некрасова   27.12.2007 01:55   Заявить о нарушении