Conversation With a Paper.
I shall complain about you to a paper,
It will hear all .
I shall tell it, as with loving to you,
I suffer in loneliness.
You are so kind, generous, you are so are lovely,
Everyone looks at you with a smile.
But your silence is too hard for me,
And I feel myself as a mistake by you.
You do not make noise, you are polite and kind with me,
You never regret money.
But I am afraid of your incomprehension-
that you will be tired of my tears.
Forgive this empty delirium, dear paper;
I used you vainly.
Suddenly the wind flew to my loggia.
Stop!!
Where you, dear paper?
It have departed
with the wind.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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