So our light-winged dreams,
Occurred to us, last spring.
Gortensias and roses
Were, by the shore, imposed, then.
I watched your black pupils.
You were my utmost Cupid.
Investigating skin.
With you, I got a-kin.
I wished, nought beyond,
But, to you, to respond.
To prolongate our dream,
Is easy, as it seems.
I do reject the world,
With ridges, that up twirled.
Immaculate, to stay, -
We need that distant bay.
That dusk of gleaming domes
Will ever bring me, home.
October,2024; Moscow.
©By Anna Polibina-Polansky
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