You are so dull, your hand lies motionless,
The lips keep silent and you don't breathe,
The eyes still stare through the emptiness,
You're staying here, but I will leave.
Those darkened stains are on your snow-white gown...
It grieves my heart, why don't you bawl?
As I release your hand, it'll glide and sink
Like tired wing on mourning shawl...
Sunset had reddened long ago,
The dusk has fallen
And our faces're withering...
They told me you are gone.
(summer 2009)
The Dusk
© Copyright: Нед Вомарх, 2010
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