She has gone
To the side, where is sun
Selfish bitch
Beyond it’s reach
That full of ashes will be March
When you can’t her to touch
From this April-anytime
Always during your long dine
Or your short supper in plate
Try put fork into her big Moon-fate
And stop hesitate
Of choosing the date
When she has gone
From so hopeless spring fun
Is everything over-has been done?
Close the door
I'm dead
Love can't us to protect
When we were in the arms of passion
What a fucking mind infection?
Do you know?
Growing mad scientists
Of course - no
One more time so Eastern Moscow
With the best Turkish law
When summer should faster to come and to go
To go away from my North winter
My-full of cristal ice your dinner
So, close the door
When I'm dead
And you didn't hear me
So lively
She has gone Close the door
© Copyright: Ольга Нью, 2011
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