The Night Path by Mikhail Isakovsky

Ksey_Gan

 

By the dewy still meadow,

By the winding small path then

My familiar walked me  allowed

From the debonairy party.

 

Near the house he just said,

Looking back cautiously:

"I would kiss you, really beg,

If only it were now possible."

 

I answered him, momently

That, of course, I object offer,

That I never allow such a thing

to anyone. especially here.

 

The guy immediately became sad,

Upset, he began to say  vale rather:

"May be, then I am not sweet,

May be,  it is better not to  forgather?”

 

I look straight  in his blue  sad .eyes:

Since such is the special situation, -

Then okay, I now him simple say:

”Kiss me  without a permission!”

  • Author: Ksey_Gan (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2025 19:10
  • Category: Short story
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem from years past with standards long lost and with a great ending



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