Amira. Poem One

Do you remember neighbour girl
From house near yours?
With lovely eyes like pure pearls
And very clear voice!

And hairs with two sweety braid,
And on the cheeks blush tends!
From naive habits she is made,
Two baubles on her hands!

She wears flowered color skirt,
And has a crafty look!
She flies around like a bird
And reads love-story book!

We played in catch-up all day long
And hide-and-seek with friends,
But time brought with every gong
A childhood to end.

The girl was growing up so quick -
Her voice became rough...
In looks at life began to stick
The jungle laws for laugh.

Her smile insidious and smart
And very passion eyes!
Her outfit with pathos part
And glance so adult-wise!

In dirty business making money,
Illegal stuffs at night!
For her it's only little funny
Dealing for a blight.

Evenings with a scotish whiskey
And thickly smoke sigar!
Loves all doings which is risky
Cheeky-sweet madam!

At nights she's ready steady go
With tire-squeal and loud!
Rides this sexy lady for
Releasing smoky cloud...

In father's cruel business-lands
She is his hard right hand,
But some another special plans
Were hidden by the fate.

The sequence of some real facts
Was obvious with flaw -
For interrupted foul acts -
Account billed for law.

Boomerang reckoning fast
Caught the girl in plier!
And who responsible at last
For the girlish cry?!

With cough but  still a pleasant voice,
Dissolved her darky hair...
In look of her there is no choice,
And on the floor her wear.

Lady by the fireplace -
Eyes are full of scream.
With a scar on lovely face
Tears roll down the stream...

10.01.2013 © Е.А. Гурьев (Eugene A. Gouriev)