Remember, Aino, your were mine
With tears like jewels, soul like shrine.
Remember, Aino, I was yours
While flying down from Heaven to Earth.
Where a road leads to the Unit-fate
There’ll never be too far, too late.
No difference – sunset or sunrise –
I’m here, deep inside your eyes.
The painter chooses black or white,
We find ourselves in love, in fight,
Do you have any words? I have a few:
Remember I remember you.
Aino
© Copyright: Людмила Дмитриевна Назарова, 2024
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