I weep for my dreams and my eyes grow dark
Like the autumn sky, like the ocean in a thunderstorm.
What kind of bird am I? A raven or a lark
What will happen tomorrow? Will I find my form?
Will I become myself, the real me, if I find you?
Will we have something more than just words in letters?
You don’t something do for me. I don’t do
No one is interested in us. We're not famous trendsetters.
But you're everything to me. The whole universe.
An unsolved mystery, an unattainable horizon, a dream.
I'll never send you those poems again, of course.
But how I'd love to melt on your lips like vanilla ice cream
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© Copyright: Мариша Родина, 2021
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