At the crossroads
of hands of the clock -
waiting for you -
my time is sleepy,
my hover is creepy.
I have a lesser stock
of patience -
for I am bound.
Minutes and hopes
are hard to count
so living betwixt
you and other world
my innocent vixen.
My dear, you are so near
just behind coming leafs -
winter's full
of tender thieves.
Valentine s day
© Copyright: Марина Яблоко, 2017
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