Having some white dry wine
I recall again past time
Damp grey pits
Balancing bridges…
Didn’t hear her voice long ago
It’s enough one «beep» I think so
Only silence speaks
Colours my cheeks.
I’m living in the past
I try to sort my dust
And rain of past days
Still knocking my headaches.
Umbrellas’ flashing behind
My window. And it would be fine
To move you hear
To me near…
You are won by other cities today
Therefore it’s so lonely to stay
Wait for calls
That will never comes…
2011. first days of September…
Never comes
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