I - am. You - will be. Between us - a chasm.
I'm - drinking. You're - longing for. Without argueing.
We are - disjoined by the ten of years, milleniums.
God doesn't build the bridges, though he is a genius.
Be! - that's the oath mine. Let me pass over
Without a distirbing with my breath the growth.
I - am. You - will be. In ten springs
You'll say: - Am! - I'll say: - something...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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