You are the riddle that I'm meeting every day,
Many times, often I wanted to go away…
To go this very way with the only one thought,
I would not return to untie again that knot
Of our differences and grieves. I went at dawn,
Not forgiving you for all that was going on…
On the beach, when my hair was silver with sea drops
Indulging myself with bursts of relieving sobs.
You are not to blame for that flame of my mad dream,
You are pure, not like me who always try to dim
All the colors of our life… On the sand, I'll make
Again the castle from fairy-tales by the lake
Picture: Sandburg (pixabay.com)
Sand Castle
© Copyright: Валентина Ильина-Печенова, 2018
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