Ты ищешь меня повсюду. В строчках телефонного справочника, где предательски спряталась моя улица. Но даже там для тебя нет места. Ты ищешь меня в письмах, нервно перебирая конверты, их желтизна уже изрядно утомила твои глаза.
Поиски не прекращаются до сих пор, под покровом ночи, в одиночестве. Предательский венец финала. Она хочет сказать все, она хочет докричаться до вас. Прикоснуться слабой рукой к пространству, которое поглощает полностью, забирая дорогого человека.
Мир пошатнулся в одночасье. Даже погода была против нее. Ветер бушевал со всею своей свирепой силой. Небо больно било градом. Гроза играла жуткий вальс. И фантастический раскат грома не успел к началу представления.
Одна. Настигла непогода. Прошлое стало дорого. А горе набирало обороты, словно вода, бурлящая в ливневых стоках. Где он? Вот так в одночасье на нее рухнули небеса, и она оказалась не готова. Никто не предупредил ее. От этого удар стал еще больнее. Удар лично для нее. Он оставил шрам на нежном сердце. Он надолго останется в памяти. Первая потеря. Будут и другие. Пройдет какое-то время. Такое случится не единожды. Но этот момент крайне важен, такое в памяти останется навсегда.
Your truth
I could hear her sobbing even from a few blocks away. She's terribly pale. The face stretched out. The features were sharpened to the limit. Those are the red spots around the eyes. A raucous cry that turns into screams.
You're looking for me everywhere. Behind the lines of the telephone directory, where my street is treacherously hidden. And there was no place for her there. You were looking for me in the letters, nervously sorting through the envelopes, their yellowness has already tired your eyes pretty much.
The search has not stopped until now, under the cover of night alone. The treacherous crown of the end. She wants to say everything, to bring her screams to you. To touch a fragile hand to a space that consumes completely, taking away a precious person.
The world shook in a moment. Even the weather was against her. The wind was raging with all its fierce force. The sky was filled with impenetrable hail. The thunderstorms were playing a waltz. And fancy thunder didn't make it to the beginning of the act.
One. Bad weather has overtaken. The past has become precious. And the grief was gaining momentum, like water drains into rainwater. Where is he? That's how her sky collapsed overnight, and she wasn't ready. No one warned her. This made the blow even more painful. Personal. He laid a scar on a tender heart. It will remain in the memory for a long time. The first loss. There will be others. He'll spend some time. It will happen more than once. The moment is especially important, it was baked well.
Your truth
I could hear her sobbing even from a few blocks away. She's terribly pale. The face stretched out. The features were sharpened to the limit. Those are the red spots around the eyes. A raucous cry that turns into screams.
You're looking for me everywhere. Behind the lines of the telephone directory, where my street is treacherously hidden. And there was no place for her there. You were looking for me in the letters, nervously sorting through the envelopes, their yellowness has already tired your eyes pretty much.
The search has not stopped until now, under the cover of night alone. The treacherous crown of the end. She wants to say everything, to bring her screams to you. To touch a fragile hand to a space that consumes completely, taking away a precious person.
The world shook in a moment. Even the weather was against her. The wind was raging with all its fierce force. The sky was filled with impenetrable hail. The thunderstorms were playing a waltz. And fancy thunder didn't make it to the beginning of the act.
One. Bad weather has overtaken. The past has become precious. And the grief was gaining momentum, like water drains into rainwater. Where is he? That's how her sky collapsed overnight, and she wasn't ready. No one warned her. This made the blow even more painful. Personal. He laid a scar on a tender heart. It will remain in the memory for a long time. The first loss. There will be others. He'll spend some time. It will happen more than once. The moment is especially important, it was baked well.
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