I'd like to speak about him without words,
Because I can't detect the words that would be right.
I'd like to meet him in the others worlds,
in which I always fly night after night.
I wish I were the rain surrounded him,
the rain which always touched his hand and hair.
I wish I were the wind and this would mean
that I would go with him to everywhere.
You know,we were in love ten years ago.
Return that time?I will not even try.
If he sees me,of course,he'll say hello,
But after that he'll only say goodbye.
About him
© Copyright: Виталия Горовенко, 2012
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