A Sad Girl In Russia Poem by Natasa To

She lingers by the icy Neva's side,

A pale ghost wrapped in winter's tide.

Her breath drifts upward, frail and thin,

A prayer unspoken, lost within.



The city's towers fade to gray,

As twilight steals the light away.

Her heart is heavy, torn apart,

For love once carved, now split in dark.



He left with promises, soft, divine,

But time betrayed, and none were mine.

His letters vanished, ashes blown,

She speaks to echoes, left alone.



The birches watch with silver eyes,

As snow like mourning veils the skies.

She wears her sorrow, proud yet weak,

A tragic beauty, pale and meek.



O Russia vast, so cold, so wide,

Her tears are rivers deep inside.

A love that bloomed, yet could not stay,

Forever lost to frost's decay.