I created you

< Leah Altukhova



I wrote you, like oil painting of Dali,
I created you from doubt, premonitions and dreams,
I was looking for you in Ceylon, Koh Chang, Bali,
But then of course you really was not ready yet.

I'll draw ice patterns on glass,
He concludes with Juno of eternal freedom bet.
Burns on the tree, scratched the evil on the table.
You're beautiful from the outside, but what turned inside?

You steal from others and sleepless nights,
Paved to you on all maps of the universe route.
Only now did not ask you to someone il still nobody,
Hoping that the tears will burn me no more.

I wondered at the sun, with the moon, eh forget me.
Conclusions of poetry and prose, but you never know what ...
Being in a strange and crazy ideas in captivity,
I created you, but that's not decided what.