Your Promise - Poem by Helen Shmargilova
Cold drops of water washed blood away from hands
That rain was witness of criminal offence.
Today I’ve drown my pride in the reality of life,
And only dirty passion became a truly wife.
You made me cry, but only tears from stars
Like sharp blades could cut out the dust.
It doesn’t help; my flesh is corroded by sorrow
Of course, you know I will be dead tomorrow.
You gave me just a little word
And pierced my heart by sword.
But I just took your breath away and made you close your eyes,
I say a word no more, it is my sin, I will be wise.
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