Some ask, what found thee in this fairy name?
To thee its sound will nothing bring, but sorrow,
Rain's falling on thy long-forgotten fame,
And leaves just pain… and sober head to-morrow!
No sage can tell, no villain can explain,
Grant peace to soul that finds its way through dreaming:
Eyes being so dear, in which but archness gleaming,
Revive all hopes and give this life some sense…
I spell thy name, and… smile… and shiver inner…
Not one may be so bold with no offence!
And all I have, I give thee, StrangerIna…
And wilt thou go, and leave him all in tears…?
Zero in on a chance to join this strange strip-tease?
To some one special
© Copyright: Александр Здориков, 2005
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