That’s strange:
Through miles and dimensions I’ll stretch
My hand. I’ll smile – to you.
Between here and there waves
Our heartbroken blues.
Streets of two cities pace
We with heartbreaking slowness,
Fantastically our ways
Get countercrossed. We pause – motionless.
Step aside.
You – to the left.
Me – to the right.
And nevertheless we fall
Into each other’s arms.
Dimensions between us so small.
We’re being directed by stars.
27.05.2004
Serg in Budapest.
To LSA
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