I swallow irony of life, but cherish you in here.
I know you won't become a friend-it's stupid destiny.
& every newer victory’s the taste is rather sweet.
I don’t not complain but look for you in every single street.
When I am writing all that stuff-the God lives here in me:
I radiate the chestiest light. that is my only fee.
I will go on, & step by step I'll move away from you.
But part of you will stay with me-I know that this is true.
& part of me will stay with you. it's needless or sincere?
U, stranger, only you'll decide if that's of any dear.
I write a poem, saddest one, but try my best. you see?
For may be once you will reread that little book of me...
that little book of me
© Copyright: Екатерина Барбанова, 2010
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