That night was long like a year.
It was humming the same dark song again.
I saw her hiding in corner,
both of her hands were on her ears.
I saw her round, big eyes but full of fear.
Dogs were barking on the street next to window.
The thin hands of the wall clock never stopped ticking,
her shivering lips and unuttered requests to them remained sealed.
And I saw her hiding in corner.