She danced through the fire
And whispering rain
There was something missing
From moonlight that day.
There was something painful
About my own heart -
I knew she was running away from the start.
I grabbed her hands gently
I pulled her my way,
There was something burning
In her eyes I say
The air was thicker
We moved through the fog
We lit up the candles
We burned every rock.
For when I was pure
And when she was too
We danced through the moonlight
Like lovers would do.
I’d take her love with me,
I’d give her my name
But summer was spinning
And flying away.
The hair was silky,
The cut was too deep,
I’m crossing the river,
She is burning with heat.
For when I was younger
And when she was too,
We died every second,
Like lovers would do.
The bitter-sweet pictures
Go out in flames,
We’re nothing but glimpses
Of old summer days.
She danced through the fire
© Copyright: Ирина Алексеева-Сафонова, 2020
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