And there was no friend of mine,
No wall for me to lean on,
No one with whom I could sip my wine,
No one to share and feel love.
The total desert with no wind
That blows around the globe
No bush around the desert spins,
No sea, no lake, no stone.
So in this total emptiness
I felt like squeezed tomato,
No sound came out from my breast,
And I was waiting for tornado.
Tornado came and made me feel
So fresh so clean so pure,
The feelings I had never seen,
Like baby immature.
Then stream of rain came just for me.
It dropped like pin, like blade
And then I felt myself so free,
So mighty, keen and brave.
Loneliness
© Copyright: Марина Волосова, 2017
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