Dear reader, toss me a dime
For my story, sincere and brutal;
Imagination is not a crime
When alive, it will never be futile;
I will tell you about my world,
Of its twists and irrelevant struggle
And will never forget of the Lord,
Even kissing the neck of the lover;
I will tell you without regret
Of the past and its cumbersome issues,
We will curse the jokes of the fate,
Throw in wells the pages with wishes...
You can tiptoe into my heart
Hear my breath, feel me typing the letters,
Working miracles is an art,
But not only meaning that matters;
But the substance that's feeling the void
Of pure nothingness all around,
That allows people be coy
Making them dream out loud.
Dear Reader, Toss me a Dime
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2022
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