I was teased by your promise
I could believe in my indecent fault,
But I trust you, you were my goddess
And I don’t try to say to you: ‘Why not, my God?’
You are always clattering about me
With your friends, your faithful friends…
I’m trying not to be afraid,
But constantly I want to be.
When I remained alone
I wanted to prevent myself
To live, or to do something else
In my true soul, in time of my peaceful groans.
Those groans wanted to get out,
But my prejudice made it suddenly to stop.
I’m always suffering as like a haunt,
Who wants to kill his victim off.
I’ve never burnt so fast, so strong
I don’t remember and forget,
What I can make it strictly so,
And so about fault - I don’t regret.
The fault
© Copyright: Валентин Тихонов 22, 2015
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