NEW ::: POETRY Apr. 2015 | Page 61

NAMELESS S T E F A N I A D A N I L O VA Now I speak on behalf of my sorrow From the height of my empty plinth. Each of my days is thorough search of an answer for "Please! Stay then with me for a moment. For a cup of love, coffee or tea". I really HAVE NEVER moaned 'cause my age is eternal springteen. Who knows how many thousands of days I'd be left behind? Where is my heart's South End? Why we play hide-and-seek, seek-and-hide? No, I don't fall in love! I love fall, this American kind of an autumn. Just imagine, I've got rid of all what I have to, what I have got to. I pluck up all my courage to pass this irreverent verse In your fingers. I forget and forgive people from past when we are only transparent figures neither speech nor even a touch. Only stare which longs for a season. Here's the last what I will attach: Seize the sun with me. Don't try to cease me. SPECIAL ATHWART READING Read the poem unmindful of red and black dots