Your face is in my memory, your laugh,
Your eyes, your smile, your silence, crooked nose,
Your smell, your hands – I cannot forget those,
My memories are messengers of love.
The road is infinitely clear, lit by lanterns,
Where Ace of Diamonds, hand in hand with King of Clubs,
Makes noise and riddles and against your forehead rubs.
And on the snow I can see your car tire patterns.
And I can hear your voice as you pronounce my name.
And no matter what, the past will be the same.
24.02.2017
to L S A
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