Early morning is knocking my window,
But I cannot see the sun.
I've looked up in the mirror
The mirror looked in me with stun.
I'm turning into ashes,
I'm boiling in my tears.
With one hand she gives me slashes,
With another puts into fears.
I told, I would never leave her,
She knew it was a lie,
She buried feelings in career
Under mulberry sky.
And now we are immortals
Under cover of ageless moon
When it lifts its gloomy curtains
We seed our speechless boon.
We immortals
© Copyright: Сергей Павлов17, 2015
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