Say, whatever Thou wish - it is done,
Say, Thou art tired of me - I am gone,
Do whatever Thou want - it's Okay,
I won't suffer alone in dismay,
I'll stay several steps right behind Thee.
While we're parted for weeks I shall write
Strangest verses of bitter delight.
Anyway they won't bite like a thorn -
Most of them burn to ash as they're born...
Beating path for some good reels before Thee.
Winter rain has to stop one fine day,
Better future is still on its way,
There is still much unsaid and undone,
I am far, but don't dream I am gone,
Thirsting face to face jig somewhere 'bout Thee.
[Khabarovsk, November 2002]
Snowless Winter
© Copyright: Васька, 2002
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