She was just his five days an every week,
nine hours, as in a one crazy novel
and She was glad to have a secret glimpse
to give a hope to her uneasy soul.
She wrote the romance, living there with him.
The verses tied together them in night dreams.
He was the light in everyday routine.
She kept the feelings in her heart in private.
She was just his in her bright scrappy dreams,
that would fulfil next days by him in real.
The lack of love had roused a white witch.
The love had crushed her life one day to shivers…
She hoped He’ll say that He is fond of her,
but He was keeping day by day the silence.
The heavens couldn’t stand that anymore:
The lovers were one day for all divided…
by Thea Ariss 25.03.2024
Master and Margarita
© Copyright: Тея Арис, 2024
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