Ash falls softly to the tray,
The light fades gently from your face.
Our love is bound to die today,
But I'm begging you to stay.
Clock hands make another round,
Our gestures flicker, lost in haze.
The heartbeat hums its final sound,
A rhythm we can't erase.
Time’s playing tricks; your soul takes flight,
I can't believe as your plane ignites.
Time’s testing us; we’re close to the edge—
Is this a divide we can’t salvage or mend?
The Airbus stole you far away,
To lands across the sea.
It didn’t pause or care that day,
For all it took from you and me.
No time to show what words can't say,
These feelings held so tight.
We’re wanderers, lost along the way—
Like abstract art that hides the light.
Provocation English
© Copyright: Миша Биркин, 2025
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