There was: a throw of a dice,
First nod to a fellow-ranger,
First try to see in a stranger
What cannot be seen with the eyes.
There was: unearthly bliss,
Six nights of sweetness and splendour,
So tremulous, so full of candour,
So close to the gaping abyss.
There was: silent quicksand,
Lips pursed and words unspoken,
Then – mending what had been broken.
A new chance, unhoped-for, unplanned.
There were: two souls allied,
The right side, the wrong side* showed.
And there will be: a long sun-lit road
That goes on and invites for a ride.
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*The right side - the finished or upper side of a fabric or cloth.
The wrong side - the inner or under side, the one with seams.
A throw of a dice
© Copyright: Юлия Азорова, 2018
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