My own short story starts with admirations
Of what you'we done to me again, my love.
You should not give any of those explanations
That you may give. Just live them all above.
My miracle! My poetry is calling!
Please, come and save me from the endless night.
I'm simply stopped and now I feel like falling
And you can win for me another silent fight.
The ghost of happiness is haunting me, I'm crying.
It has the color of your magic, splendid eyes!
And I imagine time when it is dying
Taking on Heaven all your hidden lies.
Now come! I can't deny the feelings
That make me nervous, blinded and upset.
Please, come! I don't need often visits!
Just only one before the story's end.
A little story
© Copyright: Анастасия Терехова, 2012
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