Take off your hands,
Step two steps back,
Put on your masks.
What masks?
Of a stranger, unfamility?
And straight politeness
To make your own heart masked?
No more no less...
I don't perceive why is it so,
Is this an illness of a soul
That'd frightened everyone and all?
Impossibility of a true heart, true friendliness -
I do not know.
Then, as You wish.
I'll step back,
And I will put that mask on
To calm you...
With all my tenderness...
No more, no less.
No more no less
© Copyright: Юлия Мин, 2020
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