You muscled in my life
And stole my sole and heart.
You dream, I am your wife,
You say, we’ll never part.
You want to lock my cage
To cut off my white wings,
But I am still onstage,
I’ve got my deadly stings.
You smile, my teeth are pressed,
But you don’t notice it.
My essence is distressed –
I try to police it.
Don’t think that I can live
Alone in your big cage.
You was for me a thief,
My love to you – a rage.
You thought you was my chief
And this would never age…
My love’s now a dry leaf.
Your life’s a burning page.
22.03.2001
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© Copyright: Елена Станиславовна Сорокина, 2008
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