Сhilly twilight of Moscow s

I won't meet you twice, my dear,
In the chilly twilight of Moscow’s embrace,
Where the shadows stretch and disappear,
Wrapped in whispers, a haunting grace.

Will you come to me one day,
To the farewell waltz of the withering leaves?
As autumn’s breath begins to sway,
And the world dons a cloak that grieves.

And over the cold evening, a light will flare,
A fleeting warmth in a frosty night,
It will shimmer softly in the still, crisp air,
A noble radiance painting our flight.

Will you come to me in the evening still?
On a deserted pavement, where echoes dwell,
At that hour when the desolate winds thrill—
When the air rings with a story to tell.

As the autumn wind sweeps through Moscow’s veins,
And the stars awaken in the velvet sky,
You’ll be gone before dawn claims the plains,
Chasing the morning star, drifting high.

In the ocean of the firmament, vast and deep,
You’ll slip through the fingers of time like a dream,
And although you may wander, my heart will keep,
The memory of us—an elusive beam.

For in the chilly twilight, a promise resides,
Of a dance that was fleeting, yet ever so bright,
Though fate may decide that our paths divide,
In the whispers of autumn, you’ll linger in light.

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