The Loss of love
And it was not because that's right.
She was afraid of silly crying
She wished to break into the sky…
She was afraid to cry :"Oh! Dear!
Don't go away! Please, stay with me!
I've no aim to living here
Without you! Oh! Can't you see?"
He closed the door without saying
A little word about love.
She turned to window, growing pale,
And bitter tears stopped her laugh.
She turned to window, keeping silence,
And leaned against window - sill.
And she was whispering "Good Heavens!
I wish him feelings that I feel"
Her poor soul was having rest
Because with every drop of blood
She felt an lightness, she felt less
Offensive pain from loss of love.
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