Читать книгу Star Wanderer writes. A soft whisper on the lips. Contemporary Prose - - Страница 22

I will enter the new year with trembling in my soul. Thinking of the past. I’ll look to the future. But before I do, I’m going to pour myself a glass of champagne. And slowly, sip by sip. I’ll drink, I’ll say goodbye to the past with a hot tear. I was so good, so naive, so crazy. She let herself go, all her overshoes. Barefoot girl, jumping for joy! And of course there was no one like me. Not yet awake, in the last and past. I want to be drunk with wine and with you, my darling. But alone at the window, in tears, holding my glass in my hands. Again, sip by sip. I drown my thoughts. I am not myself, but no one will ever know. I will enter the new year…