Your absence is like the sound of black keys
Of the piano,
Like a cold wave of the sea in March,
And the look of your eyes
Is as fresh as green fields in the summer.
While you're away,
I am falling apart,
Crumbling and melting like a snowflake,
So light and cold.
Isn't your touch made of fire?
In case it is,
I can burn to embers
But you will memorize
Me.
Your absence
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2022
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