The Leave - Poem by Karina Lakeyeva
Where are you, my dear? Where are you, my dear?
And was it at all - the rich life's weightless shred?
You're flying and I've only turmoil instead
And your recent kisses which sorrows will sear.
I still see your face and can't find a way out
While days of the missing drip down the limb,
The Moon's limb. The whirlwinds in me aren't a whim,
I held them back with you but now they'll spout...
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