And Life For Me Is Like the Bottle of Champagne.
Why love? It makes me feel uneasy.
What suffer for? It’s fuss around us.
Why poems? I’m completely busy.
Acquaintance? Somebody I can trust.
Why am standing I? It’s not too far to go.
And suddenly I felt disgusting pain.
All things became so clear long ago,
And life for me is like the bottle of champagne.
Copyright © Ann Golubeva | Year Posted 2008
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