To K. Poem by Anna Polibina-Polansky

...I'm sorry but i have another note for her. There is nothing bad that I write things on the spot, all at random; my kiddish genre presupposes no metaphors or literary devices. I love her yet, and it's calm here, I mean to reamin clean for her. Perhaps I am not too gifted, but it is my original, innate soul, one of genuine pretty Anechka, and I dont see what she is looking for. I don't think of the narrative structure of my rendition, I think of how not to loose her and not to escape from her too far away. I love her, and if I am this way, I can't help. If I come to another country, I will be harder to get approached. Kay, I love you, but if you are this way, I won't be able to encounter you. Your Me.