At last -
It is not the end of me,
And it is not the end of you.
Its just the end of us.
My pain walks gracefully in sand, in rain,
In dust.
White dress and white bouquet of ice
The sun will melt,
I wear lilies on my hand
And dance with men.
Ten times I look at picture frame,
Possessed with eyes.
I pray for you,
I save this dance,
Last dance -
For us. For us.
At last
© Copyright: Ирина Алексеева-Сафонова, 2019
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