Like raspberry Margarita,
Like fortune-teller on stage,
Like arsenic- deadly bitter,
She lied about her age.
And virtueless sultry summer
Was blessing her in disguise,
And every mirror in town
Remembered red skirts and green eyes.
But life no longer mattered
To whom she had granted a chance
To watch her good bye allegro and sigh
“Have you seen her dance?”
Like Raspberry Margarita Karmen
© Copyright: Оля Слепченко, 2011
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