The eyes, vacant of hope
The bed, full of disorder
I probably slept like a log
Resembling a silent dream holder
The boat, waiting for launch
The captain – innocent liar
For making a nice walking torch
I’m setting my hair on fire
The road – utterly dark
The time – face on the water
I wish I could be lady Stark
A tricky and wise younger daughter
The spasm, catching the nerve
The rush, leading the army
Of reckless and maculate souls
Intruding on my bloody harmony
A long and embarrassing fall
Will end in a hard striking impact
Go on, be yourself till you’re all
Move on through untamable thicket!
Signs of Life
© Copyright: Виктория Горлова Ли, 2017
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