After the atom exploding,
By love I wasn't destroyed,
Cause you forgot about me
And death has forgotten, too.
But I'm alive and breathing,
And greedily gasping for air.
And greedily the heart behind keeping
Your splinter paining.
But pain reclaimes more often
It's painful things on.
And makes the pain howling,
And memory makes eternal.
And I was dreamed about smiles
And gentle terry skirts.
By mine clothes patterns
By myself to draw.
But explosion broke the tantrum
And for me it was all over,
It wasn't me you loved confident
It wasn't me remembed in constant.
And I collecting the shamrocks,
Of these, I create herbarium,
And noticing the evidence
Of ghostese human life.
And faith - forward with signs,
Where is your image like vision true.
In which you do not recognized me
And I am impressed from you ...
#andrey_of_rus
Original text on Russian:
http://www.stihi.ru/2011/05/07/4572
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