Last Minutes Poem by ELENA SHLAFERMAN ELENA SHLAFERMAN

Last minutes,

do not makes us much more to past

we will to spring to open door.

To past...

here by the window a rainbow, sun and sea,

and in the skyes, up here above

our love is near.

Last minutes,

it goes from time to time

through us all and it is only my,

from solitude to part of sound of waves,

from light of darling smiling eyes.

Last minutes,

do not makes us much more to past.

03/04/2014