Genius temper from hunger on lofts,
Not unclenching hands, kept guitar.
Snow whirled in window
And wind blow so strong
With eternity dancing waltz.
2
Poor candle has nearly burned,
Dripped wax in disheveled sheets.
Envy black dragon sullen whirled.
And quaked oldsters wrinkly hands
That which brought last chords:
He created last magic song.
3
And when it was finished
The oldster began to laugh.
He had taken the guitar and play,
His head span from happiness And he defied death,
but played from last power today.
4(refrain)
only the moonlight remained in the room
cruel shadows are dancing on wall.
and in natty pattern are seen four words:
Genius. Temper. On lofts.
Genius temper
© Copyright: Катеринушка Михайлова, 2010
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