The swimming bubbles from the stairs,
Like images I’ve had towards you,
The dirt… We covered under snow...
This smell of difference in me,
Like tiny sunshine in the corner,
I am a crosswalk in the hollow,
Not me but someone borrowed,
Or me until today I haven’t seen...
My breath is pounding with the bubbles
In streaming rivers on the stairs,
This heart’s been cheated on the marvels
Reflecting similar exotic glares…
27.03.2018
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=785113
Рубрика: Лірика кохання
дата надходження 29.03.2018
автор: Долинська Людмила