For Paolo
I bear equally with you
the black permanent separation.
Why are you crying? Rather give me
your hand,
promise to come again in a dream.
You and I are a mountain of grief.
You and I will never meet on this earth.
If you could only send me at midnight
a greeting through the stars
А́нна Ахма́това
Current Location: pilipinas
Current Mood: awake
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