by Svetlana Cherevik

Created on: November 24, 2010   Last Updated: April 22, 2011

My words held back for you have dissipated

Like rainy clouds, chased by wind,

What I have thought  to  be so vague and complicated

I had to clarify and then abscind

What I had found clear was painful to take

As my illusionary mind had served unwell

I put a veil to blur his many a  mistake

So that my dying dream survived and dwelled

I have dispersed what was unreal and dim,

To start anew and take a step aside,

To be oblivious to a feeble whim

And to be able to get rid of snide

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