Through the desert
Of ice
Glazed with
Cowberry frost,
I walked once
Dashing out
My fear;
All the pebbles
I picked
Turned to stone
Very quick
As my lips
Widened up
In a sneer.
When I see you again,
Let's suppose
That I'm sane
For this road
Which you took
Was my token;
If you carry
Your sword
Best remember the word
That a lifetime ago
You had spoken.
There's no room
For backup
And no memories left,
But I could be
A bit more specific -
My World knows
No more rules
And with nothing
To lose
I would drown
Both our hearts
In Pacific
Tyr
© Copyright: Лиза Ройт, 2015
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