Turkish nights

< Leah Altukhova

Do not run away from myself, but the ticket in his pocket again ...
I change for you at railway stations, airports ...
In our case, the right decisions ... of course not
Someone has to go, and a broken left someone ...
I bundled up in a blanket of Turkish days,
An old friend of my otpoit hot tea ...
And let the mind whispers, "Forget you and be strong»,
Again, I madly and hopelessly bored ...

Attempt at writing poems