8 Storeys Poem by Liza Sud

Write me poems and then dispatch them
Over 8 dreams, over 8 storeys,
Over 8 chairs - hierarchies
From Directors and down to homeless.

Sincerely is better: hit the target.
Stone into the water - see the rings.
I can't bear when I write for nothing,
And for my cry - they don't answer me.

He has left already - we are free now.
So you write, do not worry, do write.
Simply write about the work you manage,
But I'll know - it is about love.

Eight means so to count them: Ludmila,
Kate,2 OSes, Tanya, Luba, I.
Eight means endlessness, strength of cohesion
Which unites so hard - you can't untie.

I will jump over these 8 staircases
And by poems I'll overtake you.
There are no bars for rhythm and metrics.
And the reason is: I'm loving you!