I wanted to be your shadow,
just open the window
and see me, stretching tree
in the moonlight screen,
just look inside my soul,
it can't shine any more,
so empty, foolish and dull,
as non-alcoholic wine,
you are forever far
and however close like a knife,
burning my pride
and never for me enough,
your body does not reward
the eager of my wild love...
no matter for а picked flower,
it's rather done than alive.
Like a shadow
© Copyright: Анна Шелтон, 2014
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