You're making plans day after day,
and I don't fit in them again...
My simple, gentle, forest dove-
My awkward, superfluous love...
Where are all kittens, cutie birds,
Where are the Cupid and all words...
My love like orphan infant stands,
A child with lighter in a hand...
And just with us, it happens all-
A cloud mansion, cloud boat...
And when I open eyes and woke,
I smell a muggy choking smoke...
She stands...her dress is simple, cheap,
Her thoughtless look is drawn deep...
My love, her hands are chilly, small...
She sets on fire all.
Just all...
You re making plans day after day...
© Copyright: Анна Кригер, 2018
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