The glittering drops of tears trailing down her face,
the moon casting its pale light upon her shape.
I sense her sorrow, I sense the melancholic music of her sadness,
yet I cannot touch her, I cannot embrace her
for I do not belong to her world anymore,
and I sob in full tears for her, for her loss...
She trudges her way through the grass bathed in cold dew,
I see her most wonderful beauty and the pain she is going through,
I try to call her name, but I refrain,
for her pain is nothing more but the pain of love,
the love for the one she still adores,
that one that once was,
but it is no more.
Moscow
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2.12.11
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