There sometimes one man's disbelief in other's senses shows.
And when that desbelief is thoughtless,
The feeling of resentment fades. The wounded knows.
But only then when there is shortness.

And there besides the times of knowing are
While one man get him used to figures.
It's followed by the wish at once to stay afar.
He never aims and never pulls the triggers.

That's thing which stops me loving you till death.
I feel disabled after tries to clear.
I can't be cross with you and always lose my breath.
Two words are same for me : to feel and to appear.

Evening. 22 January. 2002