The wheels slowed down their movement,
At the station I knew so well.
The train has stopped for a moment
And the drops of the rain I have smelt.
How many a time I was standing,
At this platform awaiting for you.
I remember my voice was trembling,
When I whispered: “I love… I love you”.
I remember the taste of your tears.
I remember the pain of your words.
When they pierced my heart like spears.
When they tortured my soul like thorns.
Only time is the best of the healers.
It cured the wounds of my heart.
And I saw you again so near,
But it was the time to depart.
Last Meeting
© Copyright: Владимир Левченко 2, 2011
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