I'm breathing lilies of the valley.
It's your yesterday's gift.
I was so desparetly angry.
Somehow you found the right way.
I wanted to cry, shout, break something.
A bottle of wiskey was calling my name.
Was listening to the rudest music.
wished to die,
the heart was in pain.
You did come,
at last,
morning was starting.
Emotions were - using my fists.
But.
You gave me a modest bunch of flowers.
My soul softened.
No longer a beast.
No longer a beast
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2015
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