My friend is on his way...

Валерия Суворова
My friend is on his way,

And others stab too badly:

“The snow won’t be in May,

So stop behaving madly.

Just be another girl,

Be adequate and normal,

Accessible, informal,

Be pleasant doll with curls,

Say only “yes” and “no”

Forget at last for ever,

Be comprehensive, slow

And draw away your “clever”.

But world’s reshuffle shows

New yellow horns in darkness,

The mess of feelings, sparkling,

And mysteries below.
It’s difficult to solve

These enigmas so quickly,

One must combine the soul

With haughty nuisance weekly.

So how could I embrace

A lot of questions here?

I’ll stay with you, my dear,

Inadequate my brain.

You are an armor from

The arrows which are toxic,

The wall of orthodoxy

Will hide me like my home.


© Copyright: Валерия Суворова, 2009
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