Veronica M. Tushnov. (№ 373346)

I say goodbye to thee
in the last line.
True love,
maybe will meet you.
Let other, native,
that which is Paradise,
anyway, I implore:
remember! remember!
Remember me if
crunch morning ice,
if suddenly in the sky
an aircraft
if the vortex sakuraba
stifling clouds shroud,
if the dog is bored,
whined to the moon,
if red pack
swallow the ocean
if after midnight the shutters
zastuchat random,
if in the morning whitish
scream cocks
remember my tears,
lips, hands, poetry...
Don't try to forget,
away from the heart chasing,
do not try,
do not toil -
too much for me!