You passed away
Is covering the body of my soul,
Her painful silhouette and heavy breast.
And likely to be whispered: "This is all."
But wheel of satisfaction, loss and search
Must have somebody to be overtaken,
As standing by my empty little church
An apple-tree of hope is slightly shaking.
Moscow, 12th november 2009
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