An Woman’s Luck, On Her Defeat

Silence lingers.

Voice explodes with the

Tornado of words.

Her hearing impairs.

Reverberates the sound of ceiling fan.

She stares.

Sticks her glance there.

When you smile,

She grinds her teeth inside.

You say good-bye,

You can pluck a rose without being pricked

On her defeat.

In summer time

The fire of love burns.

The stream of youth flows.

Never the rainbow refracts upon.

Devil spring comes,

Penetrates inside warm sensation.

You loosened your hands.

Left her behind in burning passion.

That is not an fallen woman’s luck

But an woman’s luck

On her defeat.

That time

My sighs evaporated

Rolling down as tears - my sighs,

Turned into ice - my smile.

I was no more a virgin

Surrendering to you my life.

You were in darkness

My laughter was on your lips

My dream in your eyes

Running down the hill dashed against scattered ice

A cold feeling it was

Pleasure of touching each other

Time hangs motionless

Beautiful songs suddenly lose tune

Beginning of painful times - that time.