I were the wave, that stroke the silent bay,
You were the wind: you leaded – I was leaded.
I know – you’ll send me flowers. – For the day,
When only two of them are needed.
We were two running arrows of the clock.
We differed for at least some sixty reasons.
You were a crack of me – I was a block –
I’m hard enough for building prisons.
Forgive this unexpected senseless stuff!
The nonsense of my heart is really killing.
But writing poems won’t be enough
To kill my strange and ever changing feelings!
Опять... опять я много болтаю о прошлом!
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