Sergei G. Ostrov. (№ 198986)

You didn't tell me,
You just hand filed.
You just slowly from the station,
Slightly hunched went.
And for a long time staring into the distance,
And everyone there was flying in your eyes,
Where, having lost our voices, timidly
Led wheel conversation.
I see all of you at the beginning,
Then you melted away,
And the locomotives were all screaming,
Cars were passing by and went...
Night rainbow station,
Tales and travels series.
You didn't tell me...
You told me then...