S

  Yes, I can't speak English,
But I'm writing this poetry,
Because this is my finish,
And something new for me.

  Yes, many pictures I can't draw,
And many stories I can't make,
Because language I don't know,
But I want to show some fake.

  This is simple little tale,
About girl and her friend,
Who was like a her tail,
I hope, you understand:

  "One day of last spring,
I sent you my secrets,
And made tea for drink,
When I had weakness.

  Because one girl I love,
Who was my best dream,
Was free like a white dove,
And was cold like ice cream.

  So I describe you every place,
Where I'm spending every day,
Where I'm seeing her nice face,
And saying to myself: I'm okay.

  Actually, that's a lie,
I don't like anybody,
Except you (my sigh),
My beautiful melody.

  But now I try you to confuse,
I'm sure; you're all at sea,
Cuz I don't want you to lose,
The best delirium by me.

  I got used the daily heartache,
But playing this game is hard,
I want another world to awake,
Where I'll be only your guard.

  But now between us words,
Cuz many phrases I can't say,
But now between us boards,
Cuz many things I can’t display.

  Yes, I'm for you comer,
That's why I'll be gone,
But I know in summer,
We will be not alone.

  So you know, I'll send big SMS,
When I'll fall into black hole…
So many words begin with "S",
They are stored in my soul…"
                26 февраля 2015 года(Tobi Dicson)