Like in a mirror, there's shade in the heart
I'm bored alone - and with men...
Slowly drags the light of the day
From four till seven!
Everybody is cruel in the dusk,
Don't go to people - they'll lie.
Fingers have wound into a knot
The kerchief. I want to cry.
Only don't torture me so,
If you hurt me I'll forgive!
From four till seven o'clock
I endlessly grieve.
From Four Till Seven
Marina Ivanovna Tsvetaeva
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Poem topics: alone, heart, light, mirror, people, shade, forgive, clock, Valentine's Day, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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