When I'll see you again
In the street of my future,
Clouds will go away,
The past will quickly escape
From my hands - hardest torture.
There were no sorrow and rue we felt -
There were only happiness, calmness and confidence
In my mind. It now melt
Of this stupid remembrance.
I feel no warm in my hands
Cause I know I let go
And it go under our sense
Let me feel you so...
So long away.
But no regrets in my mind
We know: it's too late
To return our love outlined.
Nothing for you
© Copyright: Станислав Райт, 2017
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