She cries, she tries to start,
But tears again as usual
With words that come from heart,
Low voice seems fail to push'em all.
She says: "leave me, be kind.
Put back your doll - you played enough.
The Sun makes eyes be blind,
Than what makes ears be deaf and tough?"
She asks: "leave me, be pure.
It's time to sort things out and face
- your love's no more then... Sure,
You love your toys, your joys and space" .
She begs: "let me be mine
For week, for day, for hours..
I've lost all means behind
Beginnings and crushes of ours".
He keeps his silence long.
He's bored, pretends be far away.
Than catches the crowd's horn,
Takes step. Escapes. The end of day.
Sunset. Tree's shadow. She's alone
With crowds.
with crowds
© Copyright: Ксения Новикова, 2013
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