Where are your eyes among familiar faces
To coax me, an outcast forsworn?
I've dreamt today about your embraces
As torturous as roses with a thorn.
You loved it when a lifetime in a minute
Is gulped like wine of miracle and vice.
Such was your way of never-landing linnet,
Such was the source of my unwanted cries.
I'm left unhomed with that unanswered question
Of what to do to grasp your promised glee
So backed by words of spurious suggestion -
Where have you gone? Why have forsaken me?
Why should I fear to roam again and wilder
Along the paths of treacherous contempt
That burdens me - so come to make me milder
And leave my heart from all the sins exempt.
Ольге
© Copyright: Ксения Хрусталева, 2013
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