Elegant, like a piano

Dogs barking wildly
The decaying distance,
I come to you in a black coat,
Elegant, like a piano.
It was cold and wet,
Huddled shadows in the corners,
We shed tears of glass,
As heroes of melodrama.
You were sitting on the couch,
It sounds like a portrait.
Silently I clutched in my pocket
Chilling gun.
Located down the barrel
Through his pocket, he could shoot,
I kept thinking, thinking, thinking - to kill, not to kill
? And the damp autumn
Shivers, I could not help,
You fell on your knees
At my beautiful feet.
Shot, smoke, flames flashed,
Do not pity.
I was lying to kicking the door - Elegant, like a piano
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Gennady Shpalikov