May rains.
Do not wait for her.
You are so far away.
And it is not easy for her
To remember alone
The smell of that rose
And your eyes,
And your words.
The rain wipes away footprints
Of pure tender feelings.
Do not wait for her.
She got sadness.
Was it that or not?
What is ahead?
Send you greetings
May rains.
May rains
© Copyright: Антониа Ирина Голь, 2017
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