Dawn, distant dawn,
But this night you're alone.
He is not coming home,
Because you told him - no.
You are deleting
Messages on the phone.
And disbelieving
That all feelings are gone.
Night, sleepless night,
Is at your door and knocking.
The lamp of the Moon is bright,
And it's teasing and provoking.
You are repeating
All his names burn in flames.
The way you have treated him
Was the irrevocable way.
Irrevocable way
© Copyright: Мурзин Алексей Николаевич, 2018
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