He smells like a flower
an exotic one.
He attracts me marvelously.
I am a fly in the spider web.
I want to get rid of this heartbreaking crase.
But I am doomed to bear it
on my weak shoulders.
He caught me in his tight stranglehold.
I think of the sky,
but that is beyond my ability.
Everyday I remember the days I was free.
but then realise that I am happy...
He smells like a flower
© Copyright: Екатерина Передереева, 2016
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