When I dial up this number,
All my heart starts beating strong,
I hold my breath for silence,
Listening to the phone.
At a distance that is measured
By the fall of static snow,
And the phone is ringing in the presence
Of the person that I know
At last you picked up. Just few words
For the maiden I do love
Are broken by the last accord
Of hanging-down sound.
Again, I am knocked back from the line
All short beeps like a wall.
It's a wrong place, and a wrong time
For my call.
Thinking nights, I only guess,
What's up? And the only that I see,
It's a wrong time and a wrong place
Just for me.
Phone Call
© Copyright: Владимир Винников, 2008
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