I coil and turn… I am person.
My family suffers. The husband, my daughter, my son.
Earlier I lived richly , but now life bears me a broom with a joy.
Myth it dream me, only in the sleep I can enjoy.
I am pardoned not by boys from fashionable magazine, but a young vanity.
It lasts joyful infinity.
Passes a year, two. The bird sings, hormones rage…
Pressure fights with excitement, as the intense gage.
Mum Mija! Freedom! I want begin all will with a blank leaf and even to change a palette of life and all aspects.
I know, that I will get understanding, love and respect
Philosophy in the conclusion!
© Copyright: Нина Иоффе, 2014
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