To Stas K.
Remember the park, it was so nice,
It was so pleasant to see.
But we were not ready for sacrifice,
We just were not meant to be.
Remember the streets, the music of rain,
That funny umbrella of trees,
A month after that: my way to the plane,
The cold broken heart and the tears.
A month after that my life has been crossed,
Divided by future and past,
And our park was becoming a ghost,
Why did that happen too fast?
It was so easy to say “Get away!”
It was so sad to see…
I want to return in the beautiful May
In which we are meant to be.
We were not meant to be
© Copyright: Мирра Л -Английский, 2006
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