For I.T.
Hello. (So simple and so stupid!..)
You really have survived, my God!
I mean, I crazy, then I look it —
This picture: you, brickwork and door.
Excuse me for my poor language:
I’m trying to get something across
You mind, but I’m internal savage,
You right to laugh at me of course.
You might forgotten me, be colder
Than a chilling autumnal rainfall...
I know, I am at long last older.
You’ve touched my heart, so save my soul!
I’m not beg to loving, not conceited
To expect such wonderful present,
But I’ll be happy for a meeting.
Oh, darling, please just be my friend!
The Penitential Letter
© Copyright: Александр Деловеров, 2020
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