I forgot to take my turn,
now I will not ever learn
what was lying on that street
that I was too scared to meet,
what was waiting down the line,
what horizon could be mine;
that could be the rhyme I lost
in the times I miss the most -
times of joy and love and sun,
time that wasn't on the run
from adventurous mistakes
I was not afraid to make.
Pavement underneath my feet,
stones of cold along my street,
drops - they're made of rain and tears,
clouds - not covering my fears.
Sun sets foot upon my lips,
now I have to come to grips
with the world that's facing me,
with the world I have to meet
touching lamps I never lit,
here I go through clouded crowds,
here I come - my time is now.
5.04-06.04.10
I forgot to take my turn...
© Copyright: Александра Шибалина, 2011
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