The most painful pain is love of twins
Where no one gets the prize and no one wins;
Where a line of dimly days divides our life
Like a flesh from bones detaches a merciless knife.
We cry and smile and dream the same time, dear;
At the same time we try the taste of fear.
We walked the roads that lead us to the goal –
To be so different feeling we are the whole.
All countries we have passed through and all times;
We are to live aparted – a clock chimes.
That river and the last rose of our days
Will tell the truth that in my heart just stays…
Love of Twins
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2024
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