Frozen heart in empty space,
Silly hope on memories.
Hide a shadow on your face
With radiance of jewelries.
On your watch is always twelve,
Golden arrows are like soldats.
Midnight, noon - but nothing well.
Have no you, only your portraits.
Smile me from this ancient book.
Let me drown sorrow in wine.
Once you'll stop being a spook.
Once. But 'till you are just mine.
Spook
© Copyright: Божена Ведмедовская, 2014
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