Don't think of me with longing and with lust.
Who knows how long these feelings last?
Don't think of me with tenderness inside,
Perhaps one day and this you wouldn't find.
Don't think of me beneath the waning star,
Don't think of me when I have gone too far,
So far that you can't reach or touch,
But if you do, don't think of me too much.
A passing thought, a feeling, slight and mere,
No grief or anger, nothing like despair.
I might look in on you myself from time to time.
You'll know when I do: your chimes will chime...
Don t think of me
© Copyright: Элла Щербакова, 2015
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