She is one! Она одна!

She is one!
(Yana Lorano).

Moon... fog ... she was alone;
The river flows slowly;
The moon reflects in the river his face;
But in her heart, even the face did not go;
He threw it, and not even said good-bye;
He betrayed her and did not even apologize;
Sitting on the bank of the river is now alone, all alone;
Splayed hair lay on the shoulders of the tender;
Recent clothes, descended down sharply;
And the wind blew her young flesh;
I asked God's forgiveness for all;
She asked, with tears in his eyes, speaking about everything;
Just thoughts are with his family;
He crossed himself three times, the young girl;
Stepped times;
Stepped two;
Stepped three;
And plunged into the cold water of the river;
Splash ... another ... and silence;
I thicken the fog more time;
Now on the river, again flat expanse;
And one can see the reflection of moonlight;
Moon swallowed in his countenance, the face of the unfortunate.

20 May 2014.