Melancholy

You said that the life has no sense.

Friend’s rings almost are in past tense.

Nobody knows how you are.

Your tear takes after a star…

You said that the memory’s lost

And your soul dies cuz of frost.

You’re waiting for something alone…

Oh dear, you’ve just lost your phone.

By Eugenia Bespalova,

the student of 10 A class

Illustrated

by Igor Trofimenko,

the student of 10 A class