You said, you have to go for the last time,
and that cold evening hid you in the dark,
imprinting very deep your sorry smile
forever in the childish restless heart.
The autumn counted seconds in the flashes
of the unstoppable trembling icy rain
and called the winter, staging blizzard's dashes,
to get you back to native place again.
That day had come... The bloody frozen dawn
had risen its knife and took the priceless life...
The faithful paladin of the romantic girl
had closed his eyes, concealing their light...
The blizzard mourned all February night
on your coal-black and freshly raised grave
and threw above in tears completely white
hard frozen flowers from thin snowy lace...
to White Paladin
Thea 23.02.2024
You said, you have to go for the last time...
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