The Girl From Nowhere Poem by Vera Dike

She stood next to the renessaince house
at the corner of the street
with an umbrella
and pack of a daily press
wearing still the same dress
make up her mind.
Staying at the same spot
her eyes were both
uncertain and wise.
It seemed she don't mind
all the 'no' and 'thanks'
scornful glances
dissmissive waving of the hands.


But silent steps of her feets
echoed with the remorse.
Anonymous girl lost in a mass
of unknown faces
The girl who comes from nowhere.
She puts smile on her face
the smile of a camelot
it was not smile after all
but opportunity of her daily bread.
All the ancient sculptures,
the beauty of the history
and the architecture
buried her alive with loud roar.

May be all she really wants
is throw away the unsold sheets
throw away the fucken umbrella
and go.


Walking randomly in the city
and when the night comes
bath her face
in the pools of the light
Staring at the lit windows
and think for herself
who lives behind
the window clothes
then slowly walk back home.
In the foreigner country
in the unknown city
the word 'home' will sounds
so bittersweet.








































The Girl from nowhere

I stood next to the renessaince house
at the corner of the street
with an umbrella
and pack of a daily press
wearing still the same dress
make up my mind.
Of course I don't mind
all the 'no' and 'thanks'
scornful glances
dissmissive waving of the hands.

Silent steps of my feets
echoed with the remorse.
Anonymous girl lost in a mass
of unknown faces
The girl who comes from nowhere.
Put on the smile on my face
the smile of a camelot
which is not smile after all
but opportunity of my daily bread.
All the ancient sculptures,
the beauty of the history
and the architecture
buries me alive with loud roar.

Just throw away the unsold sheets
throw away the fucken umbrella
and go.

Walking randomly in the city
and when the night comes
I want to bath my face
in the pools of the light.
Staring at the lit windows
and think for myself
who lives behind
the window clothes
then slowly walk back home.
In the foreigner country
in the unknown city
the word 'home'sounds so bittersweet.