A piece
Autumn outside the window is raining with tears
Crying like a broken song
Her echoes are sometimes heard in the soul
Distanced by kilometers.
It would remain the dawn in the heavens,
A herb in the field that does not bend to the wind,
A dove above the steppe in the clouds
Ill songs tender, pouring around the world.
I will remain on the canvas with flowers
And the music of your memories.
You have a piece of me in your heart,
A moment in LOVE recognized.
(V. Davydova 09/05/2020)
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