I am tired to pretend that

All is well on my land.

My heart is aching,

The last hope is breaking.

I am tired to hear the truth.

I loved you, it was forsooth.

I hate to hear the lies,

Try to find a compromise.

Only memories are in my treasury.

Thinking of you is my pleasury.

You were chasing for a fire-bird,

I memorized the words I’ve heard.

My fate doesn’t present me a king,

I don’t have a diamond ring.

Only real mismatches exist,

More questions are now on my list.

I can’t find the answers alone.

There is only a heartbreaking groan.

Breaking its flight my soul is falling down,

Now I am not afraid to be even a clown.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

The 20^th of September, 2011