We both know more than we confess —
Two hearts too proud to say it first.
Each silence feels like one more test,
Each look — a paragraph unversed.
But something in the air has changed —
The light, the wind, the longer days.
What once felt locked, now feels unhinged.
I can't explain it — but I pray.
I pray this spring will break the wall,
Will hand me courage, hand you words.
That one of us will simply call
And end the waiting — end the hurts.
We're not there yet. But I believe —
This April knows what February hid.
And when we finally undress,
We'll wonder why we ever did.
This spring
© Copyright: Евгеша Семёнова, 2026
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