He lies right behind her threshold
With eyes cold, closed and down.
She slew his soul and vain hopes,
He butchered himself on his own.
They did love together for sure,
But there is no time to be lost.
She poisoned herself and got blue,
His body got stony with frost...
Michael Ivanov, 16.06.2007
адреса: https://www.poetryclub.com.ua/getpoem.php?id=30117
Рубрика: Стихи, которые не вошли в рубрику
дата надходження 17.06.2007
автор: Михаил Иванов