That glass was full of endless trust,
Intoxicating like strong wine.
Before it crashed it had been cast
Like anchor. And that glass was mine.
The sound of crash is in my head,
The fragments hurt my weary feet,
My trust is dead, it was misled.
Therefore I didn’t take a leap.
Another glass was full of lie
Which wasn’t white. It tasted worse.
And having made a long deep sigh
I dropped it also. It was yours!
Two Glasses
© Copyright: Мадлен Драма, 2015
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