“It would be right.
It would be better…” -
You whispered that words
Above my glassing, closing eyes.
“It is so nice!” -
You were so happy.
I know you’re good,
You’d never seen
My slowly death…
You’re just a dreamer.
“I kept it in mind.
Can you believe?
The dream of all
My life is real!”
I tried to wake you,
To explain that dream
Is bad. It makes me pain!
But you just looked
At me with flame
And you were somewhere
Far away…
So, I must choose,
It’s hard… I’ll try… -
To stay with you
Or stay alive.
It comes to the life
© Copyright: Оксана Самыгина, 2011
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