November day

Тане Жинжиной.

it was a grey November frozen day.
I was going along the street.
I was going from nowhere and far away.

she was there bright and nice.
she was like a cherry on the cream,
she looked like a blood on the ice.

she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.

Street lamps were lighted with her eyes.
grey buildings were coloured with her smile.
I had seen such miracle never once.

her hair looked like a burning torch.
her lips looked like a sweet red wine.
she was like Madonna in the church.

she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.

I was standing on the lane
when she moved across the street.
I had never met that girl again.
she stayed in my heart as a fancy beat.

she was there in that time
between a future and the past.
I wanted she to be mine.
I wanted she to glance.

(November 2015)