I chose a pathway in the mist,
Lies ringing in my ears,
I turned - and nothing was amiss,
And yet my foe was near.
Too many sleepless nights were lost
On this deserted pathway -
Parades of spiders, shady moss,
Rhymes falling in the darkness.
Oh, here's the ending of my lore,
Velocity of shaming.
Entreat in vain to say no more,
Rhymes resurrect - I name you.
Тебе
© Copyright: Кристина Девулите, 2009
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