He always knew he would never be the same
After meeting her. And her melodic name
Would sound in his mind like a bell ring,
His memories would ruthlessly sting
At times of reflection and on weekends,
When they ran away together from school,
Breaking the rules, neglecting parents’ advice
And now, too often, like a nostalgic fool
He delves into the past that seems so nice,
So painful, but so sweet at the same time.
And surely, the world outside is not worth a dime,
And all he possesses today is just useless stuff
Without her presence, without her pure love.
(Based on my first novel)
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© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2013
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