Last night I see my town views
Windy breathe is moving clouds
I feel.. I know.. It’s the end of life blues
Heart is beating and pull leather for crowd.
Pleasant memory, definitely, belongs to you
Not about aim I couldn’t translate into life
But about value in you eyes with blue
Thankful for the time before cancer knife.
I still can feel the taste of the city
Collecting pieces of incredible days
No local, as homeless kitty
Trying to take hold the previous ways.
In this painless moment of lonely
Without scare and pity on myself
Say thank you for love and happiness. Only
Don’t cry and take care of yourself.
Poetry