The snow hides the traces,
Unusual cases..
The freight train is stuck,
We breathe and it's dark
And only the one lightbulb
Lets me see a half of Your face.
There's smth that chills.
No help from the pills.
I hear Your breathing
And don't catch the meaning -
Is it only a lightbulb
That warms us in this lonely place?
Lightbulb
© Copyright: Ольга Бестужева, 2010
Свидетельство о публикации №110121607303
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