quickly it will approach
with the permitted speed
in a minute I will see
how you are jumping off
almost on the run,
from a distance waving with hand.
on the platform the crowd
and afraid oneself about flowers.
for you these petals,
they are delicate,
if the waft can blow them out.
at last is. it stopped like I supposed.
I can't only see the familiar figure,
nobody is signalling.
suddenly you are covering my eyes
jumping out out from nowhere
nothing didn't change,
always the same invariably
it is important
and it is linking
not arousing anxiety.
beside somebody
is swallowing tears
are flowing too quickly
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Beatiful, reflective poem. It is moving and is enrapturing. I like it very much.