EXPECTATION IN THE NOISE
by Galaburda Cyril
Don’t you hit me when I’m lain,
Don’t you kill me when I’m dead.
Lullaby for me’s the same
As for whale on the send.
Respiration is my music
Through the parts around my head,
In exhaustion I’m loosing
My awareness. In my bed
I forgot my mind and reason
And had left all what I had.
Sweat’s my price for fervent season.
I’m not happy, I’m not sad.
5/31/2010
Expectation in the noise
© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2010
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