Vladimir Frool

Her's Memories - Poem by Vladimir Frool

Her's memories

In this house for a long time nobody lives
It is located in the middle of village
All in it have died
And the people protect the secrets

At night we have come into this house
You have died for a long time, I know.
What inside?
All untouched and bed big.

Laces go down to a floor.
And the ware is located on regiments.
Behind a table of anybody.
And cloks do not go, have broken off.

You have died for a long time.
And was such cheerful.
All would be desirable you to concern...

I remember lilies tore at a dawn,
That you have smiled having woken up.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009

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