So far...

You came today. The usual autumn morning
had drawn your silhouette before my waking up.
You stayed so far, but I had caught long solid
gray covered glance. Some blurry men had parted us.

I wanted a short meeting on the Friday
as years ago before your leaving or days off.
And my obsession was so strong, that glass plates
had given me your phantom right before I go...

The dream had come in mind: the same strange feelings
were shaking heart. I strongly wanted it was you...
I looked again through the enormous window,
but there was no one and despair touched my mood.

                24.10.2025   

Just dance! NЮ - Полетели выше               


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