Досье CLXXXV: Every word is a last word of sorts, breathe, make it count…

Posted: 2017-09-24 in ©SvetkaSamizdat, Проницательность, Pamyat, Sofiya, Thoughts For The Night

She left me with attractive words,

the promise of peace and beautiful life…

Little did I know they would be her last words (to me),

and I would fall from orbit, so tumultuously.

My mother, my sister, my me,

bonne nuit…

Gone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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