To stop. To lie. To lose control.
Hey, Mr, where were you born?
And why d' you hide yourself from me?
Nowhere I can find your shadow and breath.
Hey, you said, d' wait for m' here,
Greeting dawn near the river.
I agreed, you went away.
Veins were full of fear and rain.
I understand, you’ve stolen my heart.
November comes, but March,
Go back!
_________
2010 год
To him
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