There was this day of nothing.
The day that did not ask for much.
With celebrated emptiness of bluffing,
What was the reason? What was the catch?
There was this thought, once forgotten,
Locked down in this empty room,
Becoming very old and rotten,
It left me nothing to assume
About you, your voice, and poem
About wine, and bar, and light
Let songs by Leonard Cohen
Take me to the empty night
There was this thought, once forgotten
© Copyright: Эрнст Миллер, 2017
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