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http://www.obshelit.ru/works/genre2/17221/



Your sudden “hello” –
Like stab in the back,
Like stylet in merciful palm...
I felt in my bones:
‘twas you. My white flag
Was flown - worn out and darned.

My heart was scared, pounding hard,
Could scarcely give you a glimpse.
Your tender embrace dispelled my guards –
My solitude, fear and dreadful dreams.

Let bygones be bygones and let it be,
I give you my soul, myself,
The whole night is scarce for me,
My passion’s like long-expected theft.

We’ll hide away from curious eyes
We’ll start the prettiest game,
We’ll feel anew all tightening ties
And rub the fire again and again!