Julia Klimenova - It was late spring

It was late spring.
That day I woke
And felt my things
Stare hard at me
Expectantly.

I plucked the strings
Of my guitar,
Vibrating so
Impatiently.

I dressed and went.
My coat was white,
Carnations red -
The signs that cried:
Look, I'm here!
For him to see me
Instantly.

I roamed the streets
All flushed with hope,
And then turned pale
To match my coat,
But still kept smiling
Desperately.

Now spring is back.
So I go out.
I'm wearing black
To celebrate
One year of almost
Meeting you,
My stranger.

Secretly,
I wait...

Julia Klimenova

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