She had someone to lust,
To yen to be with,
But the holocaust
Said “you’ll not breathe”.
And this is the flame,
She was burnt in.
They were the same,
Just in different film.
The story of her
Was ended in May.
Poor sorrowful girl
Was buried in grave.
That man who was loved
By burnt-out lass,
Understood – that’s not stuff:
He her no more has.
And man who despaired,
Just opened his favour.
He suddenly flamed:
They were now forever.
— Olga Menestrontseva, 2018
They were now forever
© Copyright: Ольга Менестронцева, 2018
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