Hi, People!
Along the street I go.
Day has ended,
and warm Sunday evening
puts its own scarf
on the shoulders of the earth.
He has dressed the city
with secrets of meetings.
I see many people:
They are both young and old.
They walk cheerfully
And they know nothing about me! –
Where I live, how old I am.
What I do and what I know. –
It is not interesting to them.
«Hi, people!» –
Stop, look back,
Give me your smile, please!
Suddenly they all will stop,
And they all will get acquainted with each other:
What is your name?
What do you like to read?
Have you frequently been invited by friends?
What kind of dreams do you have?
There will be so many kind words!
«Hi!»,
Suddenly Boris Orlov will say to me,
And I shall answer,
«Hi!»,
But in this moment, a magic has ended.
Again flows of people walk along the street:
the young and old people who walk cheerfully,
and they know nothing about me.
And It is not interesting to them,
Not at all.
Copyright © Dina Televitskaya | Year Posted 2007
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