ALAS
Aleksandr Klyuyanov (SASHA)
I have, alas, a biro
But do not have a brush.
Into your eyes a la Cairo
My soul fell. You hear?
Smash!
What can the paper say
When I do need a marble?
I am the woman’s gaper
With March’s feelings bable.
You are the Maiden of Snow.
Between us are many lands.
I cannot feel a loving blow.
Empty is the ring of my hands.
For you it is not Spring.
For you it is November.
Chilly are the alcoholic drinks,
They’ll be cooler in December.
I daren’t touch your slender hand.
You’ll not be carried to my home.
Be kept your image to the end.
Be richer me but in my dome.
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Alas
© Copyright: Александр Клюянов, 2004
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