Thunder

 There will be thunder then.
 Remember me.

Say ‘ She asked for storms.
’ The entire
world will turn the colour of crimson stone,
and your heart, as then, will turn to fire.


That day, in Moscow, a true prophecy,
when for the last time I say goodbye,
soaring to the heavens that I longed to see,
leaving my shadow here in the sky.

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