I thank you for the rain that started late,
That ended with a silence of a promise
That I will once rewrite my own fate,
And life is not the saddest of all stories…
I thank you for the endless morning ride,
For empty road, for stopping in the middle,
For cutting sharp my loneliness and pride,
For making me remember how little
Remains unsolved, unanswered and unlived,
For making me believe, that Time, undamaged,
Erases deepest ulcers of the Grief,
For facing truth – my greatest, only challenge.
I thank you for the timing of your glance,
Coincidence of space and burning shyness,
For knowing that living only once –
Is tempting death by faith- her Royal Highness…
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I thank you for the rain that started late...
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