Forget-me-not.

Anastasia Murzin

January 7, 2004

A flower will never bloom,

Because it’s time for gloom.

There never will be sun

Because for you it was fun

To look at sun and smile at it

And, finally, to get rid of it.

Now it is time for the dark age.

No more sun, no more sage,

No more miracles or wonders.

So the story shatters.

If sun will die, there will be sorrow

And you will never know

What have you done,

You forgot what is love.

I don’t know what love is.

Can you help me with this?

I wish there was an answer,

But no, there is only silence.

Good luck then to you.

I was one of the few.