There is a lot, much younger and much better,
More practical and more experienced in love…
I would have written you a tender letter
And posted into blue skies with a dove
Rebellious clouds - detested angels,
Banned from their heaven homes to unknown lands…
I hope, with time they will submit to changes,
And might be happy at the vast world’s end.
Defiant soul lost in perfidious waters,
Who cares for you? Who ever heard your voice?
There is a lot…The world is getting older…
Time doesn’t leave us any choice…
Sophisticated words on dreary hours…
I hold the wind with fingers for a while
And let it go. I paint the flowers,
And send by air to you my Mona Lisa’s smile.
There is a lot...
© Copyright: Алла Лойтц, 2008
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