I miss you, my beloved.
It’s raining more and more,
The sky’s becoming darker,
The wind… It hits my door.
At nights I often see you,
Just stand and look at me
And I don’t want to leave you
As far as it can be.
I miss you and I’m crying,
I wrote the letter but
It isn’t worth denying
My illness and my love.
My cheeks are wet with tears,
My mind’s full with you.
I miss you, my sweet dears…
I really hope you too.
13.06.2007
Missing
© Copyright: Евгения Кондратьева, 2007
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