Letters

Who is he and who is she?
Does it really matters?
Who’s somebody? Who’s someone?
Who have sent me letters?

Where it happened? Where it was?
I threw off this knowledge.
Time is ending. I had gone.
Door is closed, like all age.
 
Who was scientist, who was drunk?
I had no big matters.
Life was life. I wait for your
Letters, letters, letters.

Andrey V. Zakharov  (24.11.2009)


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