When I was dreaming sweet intimate dream,
I had some subtle warning
It was like piercing thrilling scream
I hate that call at 7 in the morning.
I’ve been aware what you’ll say
And even thought that I’m ready
But early morning world became so grey,
Though it was grey already.
That moment of denying what you’ve said,
That moment of the silent mourning,
Unconscious of the falling from the bed...
I hate that call at 7 in the morning.
You’ll never know when bad news come,
You’ll never know how get it right
And probably you won’t have time to say goodbye...
That’s someone’s day of switching off the lights...
© Ольга Радужная
* Dedicated to my deceased grandfather....
7 AM
© Copyright: Ольга Радужная, 2013
Свидетельство о публикации №113022607142
Свидетельство о публикации №113022607142
Рецензии