Snow-covered pathways to an old house
Are leading me to your door,
Though you’re not with me any more,
I still recall your past presence
In the spirit of this forgotten place,
So, as I’m walking, I speed the pace
To reach this gate. For the good old times
You should come out and greet me,
The memory of yesterday is nicer and sweeter
Than ever before. If you don’t believe me,
Just open the letters and read my lines.
Old house
© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2014
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