Having no chance
As sad hard fact
No need to argue with the wall
Upset sitting on the grey floor cold
Staring on the closed bottle Bardolino
So selfishly have no choice
Would like to reborn
And feel no blended sorrow
Time cutting me with mirror
Found lost Amour
Oh, yes – Amour
Some understanding without words
Of doll swords
Oh how this Amour burns
Heart has no chance
As Murano glass
All over Bardolino…
My pale Arlecchino
Arlecchino
© Copyright: Ольга Нью, 2013
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