Silently watching the failing leaves,
Seeing the colorful shade of death,
Wishing their Beauty receives
Reborn, hope, and glory of breaths!
But it might be a simple wish of light
Deceives in the New England night,
Where I am just a pity immigrant lying on a grass,
Drinking Russian Vodka from a broken glass,
Seeking for a ship to come and save,
My Mermaid’s Half of shade in the coral cave,
In the stormy, dreamless, azure wave,
Where the golden leaves are falling on my grave.
Half of a Shade
© Copyright: Регина Арден, 2020
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