One story of love…
One my friend, not Me, but my friend…
He has been in love with most beautiful of woman…
She was his heart, his breath, his inspiration
She had authority above him what Gods have above mortal
And she loved him too (she thought so)
Their relationships last… They were similar to the river.
And this river could be fast and slow, twisting and direct, dangerous and saving…
But, the river runs into the sea…
They have left…
And he thought, that cannot breathe… Cannot live without her even one hour…
But… day has passat, then another, then the third, and here a month and the second…
He shudders still, when say her name, and relentless heat covers his body His memory treacherously draws in his consciousness of a picture of the past…Her smell, voice, laughter seems to him
But all passes
With sincerity
AD note: photo from
http://www.stihi.ru/
Marc Chagall
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