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In night - so dark, so mystery and cheerful
She went, took on her heart and thoughts with dreams.
She runs away, her life was full of people,
They borrowed her, made white her sorrow lips.

Her heart was full of bright and goodness’s wishes,
She’d dreamed about the happiness of all.
She thought it’s real… look on her condition -
She dead, her heart’s abounded, like a doll.

Who’s fault in people’s angriness? It’s people’s.
Who’s fault in turns on life? It’s only mine.
She’d tried to make her world a little better -
Mistakes were deep, they burnt her heart inside.

She loved her world, she loved each human stormy,
But answer was ungrateful on her love.
She’d tried, attended - people just ignored it.
It bored her, wounded a soul and broke in a half.

Now only stars show way to her in further.
She runs away, her scars are full of tears.
She’ll reach the calm, like at the childhood mother
Sang her a song, and were not any fears.


июль 2017 г.

Dedicated to Elizabeth S.R. (2019).