Two candles. A gulp of martini.
The best of my bosom friends
Says "Genius named Puccini
Loves cruel dramatic ends".
She gives me a needed potion
And turns off heart-blinding lights -
A movie of false emotion,
A row of delirious slides.
The street lamp, an evening rover,
Paints snowstorms lustreless grey.
My drama is now over -
The heroine's passed away.
No weeping! Get over! Fleetly!
"A fearful mask", - I said.
I wish I had kissed more sweetly
Her stirring lips scarlet red.
Was there any sense in crushing
My fiercely nagging love?
Who knows? Only blizzards rushing
And ruminant skies above.
Two candles. A gulp of martini...
© Copyright: Ксения Хрусталева, 2013
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