Mercilessly flying over the hollow of the past,
The dreams come back and sting.
Perhaps, it is a difficult and insurmountable task
To forget you and every little thing
That is related to you and all we had,
All the things that are gone and make me sad.
So, I dive into the world of past events
And the more I reminisce, the more it gets
Both bitter and sweet, like honey to my soul,
The world’s neither dark nor bright, neither big nor small,
The world is just reflected in you, it is all about
You and all the precious moments we had.
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© Copyright: Рустам Абдул-Алиев, 2013
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