A moment of pure inspiration,
When the winter was cold and transparent,
I was looking for realization
Of my vision of the reality.
A moment when the cold
Was so white and deep,
I've been listening to your voice,
The one I'd like to keep
In my memory,
Seeing red
When you chased the other girl,
But in fact
My emotions
Always were
Under control.
A dance in which
You didn't join me,
A kiss we haven't shared,
You haven't become my destiny,
But rather a reason for despair.
My loneliness was made of ice
And encoded
In a small amethyst ring.
An amethyst ring. Part 1
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2023
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