I don't know for sure who did it,
And what God has allowed this,
It was more than immoral and wicked,
It was simply unjust and amiss.
I'm shocked - how could it happen?!
Now your death is a part of my life.
I myself feel that fiendish weapon,
That made lonely your lovely wife.
Please forgive me this foreign poem,
But indeed it makes no odds,
For my sorrow has no volume -
You can't hear my crying thoughts.
Sleep my friend, I'm promising you
Always fight for your point of view.
Sleep my friend, I'm promising you
Stay awake and aside of the queue.
August, 1994 - Weybridge
Владу Листьеву
© Copyright: Андрей Секрет, 2007
Свидетельство о публикации №107011700431
Свидетельство о публикации №107011700431
Рецензии
На это произведение написаны 2 рецензии, здесь отображается последняя, остальные - в полном списке.