The dance*
So painful to take you out from heart
It was for me, got used to pain
Meeting the dance of thousands silhouettes
To hearken only yours remains
To hear your voice in echo is to hurt,
Alone alive we were in past
But present life's bereft of word
Of heavenly voice being offcast
I was sublime allowing you to run
I was so stupid whether we were both
Assured the love is not about the fun
Awakened slaves are ready to break oath
The world became helplessly insignificant
In front of sharp indifference of yours
I'm now less than a passerby by my descent
In your cute eyes without a sign of loss.
22.01.2021.
The dance
© Copyright: Руслан Арсененков, 2021
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