I never want thy sorrows be my fault,
For I know how harsh it is to sorrow
And greet the wistful longings knocking at your door
With creaking fists of knuckles
To smile with thy friendly eyes
To grin with heavy jaws
And sip the air of betrayal
Through neatly spreading claws.
I never want thy sorrows be my fault
© Copyright: Денис Левашов, 2016
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