Poezja

You closed
the doors of words.
My heart trembled and fell down,
as a mirror from the wall.
It broke, cracked
and lost some pieces.

People say
it is seven years of bad luck,
and I think perhaps more.
I can not glue it .I tried.
Something is missing.

Thoughts and words
carry a bitter taste.
 
 
I threw it away,          
I have no heart
I have no memories
The world looks different now.