My eyelash got tear-drops,
New wrinkle on my face – again,
My desperation with the morning ghosts
Slept silently in quiet resting place.
My words don't touch your soul
In vain, in vain and trampled under feet.
I loved you much, but that you did not know…
And smoke between us shreds away in wind.
My mind is hiding in the corner on the floor,
In broken mirror cries last flame of candle.
I loved you much, but that you did not know…
World fades away but once it was so colorful.
My eyelash
© Copyright: Смирнов Антон Юрьевич, 2017
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