A sigh of melody on track-
stained windows of my life.
Tense recollections throw me back
indistinct light...
I put odd questions to myself
and search for key
in old wise books on dusty shelf...
Insanity!
Is there a clue to put in words,
no means how much it takes,
to human thoughts, to bumpy roads,
to one`s mistakes?
And to the wicked question "Why?"
put to the skies comes back
the sigh of echo for reply-
the melody on track.
A melody..
© Copyright: Алла Лойтц, 2008
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