Run memories of mine, run!
forsake me from your reckless madness,
he is gone and so has his love,
his music will not be heard anymore,
my tears for him seem endless,
my time without him....eternity...
Our music of melancholic violins under the moonlight is no more!
and I fall on my kness,
crying to the heavens high to bring you back in my life,
this one that has become senseless...futile
for I am still pervaded in his smell,
and I tears encounter the sorrow inside,
so consuming, leaving me torn....devastation
Moscow
2.12.11
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