nadyakadrevis

fate\'s lament

Ontological proof,

is what she said-

the day I died - the day of matrimony

 

She whispered into my ear,

with the gun of Shakespeare and the wild rains-

we find ourselves...

 

Water, water, never say,

again she told me in her crazy way,

the song, of doom and delay

 

But I didn\'t listen,

I didn\'t hear,

And in the dream - my love stood near..