It snew hard, it snew heavily
You could see five meters ahead barely
I knew
It was a perfect sad evening
For the old bored coughing chimney
That seemed to lose any hope to become a hero
Again
He did use the chance
But there was something more
There were you, sitting by
And I was picturing your smile
Even though I didn’t know where and how and why
I was going to meet you
But I knew
We will feel it immediately and those lines
In the beginning of this poem in which
The past form of the verb “to snow” was written
So wrongfully wrong, it had been done deliberately
To make it stand out of the crowd and
It is just one more reason for you to come around
Somehow and stay with me
Not to mention the old coughing chimney
And it goes without saying because
I believe we both are not that much interested
To be found guilty in a horrible chimney betrayal
Betrayal
© Copyright: Николай Хижняк 2, 2019
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