She is still thinking,
And without hope,
And whiskey drinking,
Loses this last drop.
She does not lose hope,
That someone,
Give her his drop.
Someone will come.
She is very drunk of course.
Everything is sad. She does not see,
Cursed White Horse!
Especially this exercise.
She goes outside.
She leaves love to herself. She is alone.
But there, on the other side,
She gives the body to anyone...
Cursed White Horse
© Copyright: Юрий Шумей, 2017
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