well, all of sudden - hi, my dear.
the light is soft, my voice is too.
the autumn air is fresh and clear.
another year
away from you.
the evening skies are rose and flamy.
my dear, forgive that I escaped.
I hope so much that you don't blame me.
it's just that we were wrongly shaped.
I left, so that my dreads won't find me.
and now my heart is calm, and warm,
and empty. there's so much behind me.
my only love. my only home.
somewhere in life I'll find them after.
no tears, - as time is waterproof.
God bless your roads, my dear, your laughter,
and snow that sifts upon your roof.
november 2015
второе письмо из барселоны - english
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