Keeping a hand on presented lilac,
Emily whispered: 'Good journey! Good luck!'
Nobody wanted to lend her a hand
When she fell down, alone, on the sand.
Luxirious ship is in sight from the cost.
Why is her tune so letargic and lost?
Emily's eyes became totally blind
Waiting all year from morning till night.
His words're the treatment. He hands her a veil,
White veil with the tinsel and beads on its tail.
Rings found the fingers, and darkness's away...
Whatever, whenever, don't leave her, but stay!
Emily
© Copyright: Полина Вильфор, 2009
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