Thunder rumbled when we met!
I clearly knew at that moment,
When I took out my handset,
You are a wonder of the environment.
As beautiful as you, I have not seen!
My mind told me it couldn't be.
I felt like I was sixteen or eighteen,
Wow! Don't pass by! Look at me!
How many years have passed since that day?
It was October. I clearly didn't forget.
But everyone has their own way
And we are not united by one bed.
My memory doesn't want to fade
Not only you, but the whole decade.
23.05.30
P.S. Painting by Boris Vallejo
My memory
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