She was thinking of him at the pier,
And a whisper of hope could be heard.
Anyway, it was patently clear
That his love would be never returned.
Many years would pass in a hurry,
And her dream to resume to the past
Like a ship with wind of furry
Would be sailing away to the vast.
She would try to believe in sincerity,
In devotion and power of love,
And with filling of freedom necessity
She would fly in the sky like a dove.
She's not thinking of him at the pier,
And a whisper of pardon is heard.
At this time it is patently clear
That her love will be never returned.
Alexandra Bagina
She was thinking of him at the pier
© Copyright: Александра Багина, 2017
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