In the very end I'll amount to this-
There's no need to pretend;
There's nothing amiss;
Is there truth in disguise
Among black paper sheets?
Can you see the sunrise
Brightening rooftops and streets?
In the stories of present
I'll dwell with precision
On the petty space crimes
And love's precious collisions;
I will dwell on the feelings
Overwhelming and sharp,
Like tight and tense strings
Of melodious harps;
I'll describe without fail
The ring of wine laughter
And will surely unveil
Secret songs of hereafter;
I'll tell of the glistening
Wordy bliss;
Baby, please, listen
I won't start without kisses...
Wordy Bliss
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2018
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