There is no one to shed my verse about, –
I do not wait for my Selene this night, –
I'm here again among these fields of silence
For all who could already waved goodbye.
I'm on the edge and there's no way to follow, –
But sit and watch this snow fall on my world, –
There is no heart for once for me to borrow
For all I had were just these empty words.
I am no.one and no.one ever come here
For you are gone to be my final line,
To be my guest upon this cold gravestone, –
Forevermore, for me to burn as bright.
October, 22
2017
no one
© Copyright: Максимов Александр Андреевич, 2017
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