Not in the words she says
But in the way she does
Some kind of weakness as
I've seen it noticed thus
No greif but helplessness
Was in the eyes of her
Still that remains for there's
Nothing of things there were
And when I found her sad
(Before thus never known)
"There's something damnly mad
In tears of diamond stone" -
I thought. And tears rolled
Down on the cheeks and fell
For I had seen her cold
In dark grave of her cell
Where walls are wet and grey
And air is hard to breathe
Her soul is to be laid
And covered with the wreath
1994
Not in the words she says
© Copyright: Максим Лобов, 2019
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