You are inevitably the best thing I've had,
And have now. Within me, but not with me.
The madness of frontiers of mine for you has gone cold.
I feel cold from you. I feel left out.
You are a line of autumn leaves,
A bright, piercing sun,
Summer coldness in a moonlit night,
A tender peacemaker's heart.
The pieces of paper are painted. The days are angry,
They build weeks into you unthinkably.
You are the endlessness and you are not them,
But everything depends on the choice and the goal.
To A. P. by Natalia Gorzhevskaya - En
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