A ghost keeps coming
To a life of gloom
That once was lighted
By lovely bloom...
A ghost of shadow,
Of the love that passed
It makes me smile
And it makes me sad...
I wait, I wait,
I wait in vain,
It cuts me in two,
Into heart and brain.
I wait for help,
You do the same,
We are heart and brain,
The bride and groom.
But a drop of shine
falls within,
It makes a nightmare
And makes me daydream,
But in vain I shoo away the ghost
It keeps coming, seems to love me most.
A ghost of dying love
© Copyright: Анарбек Абдуллин 2, 2012
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