City,
a big city
talks with me
by lines of road transitions.
I talk now,
mainly,
only with a city, -
big and noisy.
And you are
so high and strong,
and you
have chubby lips,
so, that like me.
And hands strong.
And eyes – stranger.
And, that was near,
now so far!
If you loved me
how He loved...
But He`s –
on other side
of planet.
I will go on
a lakeshore,
will listen music.
So, as though
He sings it me
sad song.
Boy, leave by me ...
But I
did not forget Him.
Did not forget...
© Copyright: Миклош Шадор, 2013
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