FINDING ME IN ALJONA
by Galaburda Cyril
I’m disturbed with thoughts in poll
Of my dearest painful moll
Who is only bait to toll.
Gravestone’s pressed me in a hole,
Where I hardly tried to mole
To extract my doleful howl:
“Where’s a shelter for my dole?
Where am I in desert sole?”
How to think that I’m her pole?
How to say me: “Don’t you loll
All your hope when she has gowl
Soil on me with you to poll
Life of youth in somber roll”?
I’ve just sink in bleeding soul
Of my loved and fatal girl.
7/5/2010
Finding me in Alyona
© Copyright: Кирилл Галабурда, 2010
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