Don'T Touch Me Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

Oh, don't... Please, don't
Touch in me
The painful, disturbing
Memory...
The calls of the past...
They were frozen all,
In pieces of ice
In this winter, in cold...
They were so thoroughly cared by me,
And cherished a lot...
They had some of sugar,
They had some of salt,
And a handfull of pepper in it...
And a dropp of my blood...
Wraped up in an embroidered cloths
Of my previous dreams...
Of my secret temptation...

The moment of parting also
Is buried in it... forever...

Oh, don't touch me!
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In russian:
http: //www.stihi.ru/2012/03/02/1470