Svetlana, do you too
have problem dreams too?
wake up at night
waiting for a knock
on the door
and who may come?
Jews on the floor
below ours
disappeared
in the middle of the night:
arrested I'm afraid.
She often spoke to me
on the stairs,
but one is careful
who you are talking to;
she had beautiful eyes;
sadness lived there
looking obsessively
as a reflected self.
Live and love,
Svetlana,
as long as we can;
there maybe no chance
outside today.
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
Svetlana, do you too
have problem dreams too?
wake up at night
waiting for a knock
on the door
and who may come?
Jews on the floor
below ours
disappeared
in the middle of the night:
arrested I'm afraid.
She often spoke to me
on the stairs,
but one is careful
who you are talking to;
she had beautiful eyes;
sadness lived there
looking obsessively
as a reflected self.
Live and love,
Svetlana,
as long as we can;
there maybe no chance
outside today.
