I'll be back someday
In those parts where I met sadness,
Between forests, fields and a spring-
The old house with the clouds in the Windows.
There she met me and waited for me
Aunt Rimma will ask: How are you?-
My God, I want to go there,
The air there is clear mica,
The breadth of the fields, the road like an arrow,
In my mind how many times I was led.
Memory, like a movie, I will scroll,
I'm flying back there in my sleep.
Like a bird on the porch
And see all my spring.
I ll be back someday
© Copyright: Ростислав Владимирович Трофимов, 2020
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